"Like most guys, who grew up without a father, Bill surrounded himself with respectable elders. The first of these was Esteban Viero. Esteban was a pimp and a friend of Bill's mother in Acuña, Mexico. He has been running a brothel for 50 years. His roof was the acuña guys - the offspring of his whores. They ruled the city and he controlled this pack. And now this 80-year-old retired gentleman could show me the way to Bill" (Kill Bill).

The story could be as described above, if it didn't happen in The European New York. The lady, a friend of monkey's, some levels higher in gens quality, than the monkey, got a child from a client. The guy disappeared, as soon as he found out, that the girl (let me call her pony: no longer a monkey, but still not a thoroughbred horse) is pregnant. The answer to "Why she f@cked without a protection?" sounded as: "He told her, that he was rich". The pony is chronically on the hunt with her short legs for wealthy men, like in those ABBA's lines of the song: "In my dreams I have a plan, If I got me a wealthy man, I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ba-all..." The pony doesn't even name those guys, calling them "richmen", as a laboratory personal does to rets, so as not to develop bonds towards them. Not calling by name is her peculiarity. I doubt, that she knows about animal laboratory rules. Not brainy, but still a street-wise human female birthgiver. 

It is a fairly common situation in our escort community: a guy, who wants to have an unprotected vaginal sex with finishing inside (for me this idea is a reason to kill, considering my being childfree and safe from diseases), because he cannot enjoy intercourse in a condom, offers a girl a relationship with a marriage perspective and lies about his financial status to make her pliable. After such relationship, instead of having an abortion, some girls give birth, hoping for something, yet getting zero instead. If only an abortion would go along with a brain augmentation instead of  afterbirth hanging tits enlargement, an escort community could have a chance to make a difference. (But a lobotomy and a sterilization for the most stupid ones is an option, too.) In a while, after "maternity leave", such mothers come back to the escort to hunt the next "richman", who will feed all that offspring. There are pressing questions in the air: Why to give a birth being a prostitute out of marriage and out of everything? Why to play on such a shaky field without a lifetime warranty, that a child's father will provide a woman and his child with everything needed, excluding returning to a prostitution to make ends meet? I wish all escort ladies would have better strategies, how to hump rich guys, not getting themselves into troubles.

Once I cooperated with a girl in a DUO-format meetings to raise some extra money. The girl was a brainless monkey-type creature: pretty (but only in some specific body parts) and funny enough to entertain me and our clients, one of whom offered her a dating, as soon as we climbed down from him. I can presume, it was a love at first sight by escort format: a joyful marmoset and a clever financial dick, who, obviously, took an instant decision to invest his time in a personal circus. Possibly, the chap concluded, that the monkey was earning like a hell, and they together would create fellows to shake Wall Street into pieces. That was quite unreasonable of him to take such a decision without a proper risk management and biological analysis, because the girl is as dimwitted as a reptile: no loyalty, no respect, no honesty, no reliability, not a good conversationalist, no f@cking nothing; easily sacrifices long-term friendly and loving bonds for short-term gain. So, they kept together for a while, after that this adventurous enterprising dick vanished from the girl's life faster than a cr@p, flushed in the toilet. I gave a thought to the situation, only because I am the one among similar, who put freedom on the first place, but at the same time willing to have a strong love connection. (Scammers, step away, please. You would rather get into The Central Intelligence Agency than into my head and heart.) 

So... There is a complex of outputs: the girl, who is classy until silent (plastic surgery did well 0n her), but on the low genetical level in consideration of inborn appearance and intelligence; and a tricky chap, who exceeded the monkey's funding expectations and eventually realized, that the children could be idiots, because intellect is transmitted by maternal inheritance. Unfortunately, there is no procedure to transform an imbecile into an academic. Moreover, silicon tits and veneers are unattainable luxury to change. And prostitutes money is just a imperceptible matter, the air, that doesn't exist  - as soon as this sh@tty jordan belfort comprehended everything, he vanished like Harry Houdini from the cube with water.) You know, what this girl did after being left by this underscammer? She pulled eyes on the temples and changed breast implants for bigger once, instead of developing neuros connections in her hydrocephalic head, so as not to shock clients with her stupidity. Such stories are quite typical in escort environment with the disclaimer, that an empty head always loses in marriage games.

Escort is a very specific field of specialty,  when it comes to a friendship. It looks more like mutually beneficial cooperation between girls, than a friendly affection. The point is: we compete for resources. And, when the most precious elements (guys, their money and attention, possibilities, that such connections can provide with) is at stake, we rip each other apart. In a metaphorical sense of course. Very often girls sacrifice a long-standing friendship to win a guy. In most cases such victory is ephemeral and short-term with a foul aftertaste, because guys are always back to their dearest, and girls have to face the reality, that stands with a feeling of being left and with a crack in a friendship. Yet there is also an exception: smart girls, who set priorities in favor of their friendship, because only a woman can understand a woman. 

Some years ago I went to a TV show casting. And a recruiter asked me, what dog breed I preferred. I wasn't able to answer certainly, because each dog is good for me to make my company, as much as cats and any other friendly home pets. Since then I have been thinking, if such a strategy could be applicable to people, too? Later, while watching a documentary, I heard a psychologist's words: "A guy, who prefers ladies under 23 years old, doesn't like anybody except himself". That moment it occurred to me, that a dog choosing psychological testing method also could work for people. Each time I am asked, what kind of guys I like, I get confused easily, because there are so many good guys all around, and I don't have specific requirements to physical features, except for being clean, legal age and not older than 101 years old.)) Yet when it comes to a character, I would prefer nice, kind, generous, intelligent, credible guys, who will always take place in my heart and head.

Once a guy, claimed to be a millionaire, went after my friend. In the morning, after a passionate night he said “thank you” and gave her money for a bus ride.)))
 

"What do you like in sex?" - the most common question to escort. If escort girls were as simple as society thinks them to be, the answer would be: my hottest sexual fantasy is several million dollars in my account, and the way to achieve my goal is a relationship with a generous millionaire.)))

Sometimes such guys, bored with money and high society life, find escort by  advertising. Sometimes these guys even leave good tips. And then a more lifelike version of Edward and Vivien may happen. Only instead of getting diamonds, a girl finds herself in a free test drive for the perspective of a future luxurious life, followed by a fast flight back to reality in an economy class. However, Richard Gere and Julia Roberts played so convincingly, that a lot of girls became believers.

As for me, I myself could have quite a plot from my personal stories collection. Handsome and rich Mr. Big invited me into his hotel room and after thirty minutes of bed aerobics said: "Let's date. Come with me to Heaven tomorrow by my private jet" (I suspected, that my charisma is strong, but not so much)))). Next day, I got a very direct message from him: "We can have meetings in a commercial format or we can date. You should choose". I suppose, Big can play a very prominent studying material for psychological manipulations educational course.))) Damn! What is going on there on the highest level of life, that bored goldies try to outsmart escort girls in such a simple way?) Yet I saved my time from thinking over the answer and just wished him a good trip. I prefer to have guys with opportunities in my clients list, but not in my heart. Because a place in a heart is priceless.)

An ass is not a part of the body, it's an event. Complete ass - this is a life, full of events.))) Nikolai Zabrodsky in his "Notes of an old pharmacist" wrote: How good it is, that all living organisms have a hole for an enema. Actually, everything is not that simple))

Firstly, the ass is beautiful by itself: it is pink, round, two-halved, symmetrical and somewhat similar to the face. Cunnilingus-lovers will understand!)

Secondly, the butt is multifunctional. You can sit on it, you can move it while walking and slap it.

Thirdly, everyone is free to manage it as they wish. I took mine and went to the island for adventures:)

Because I received such a good advice from the Superior Mother of the Holy Pussy Monastery: she personally blessed me to plunge into sin.)))

I love escort. It gives me a lucky chance to combine the best things ever: freedom, sex, money and good connections. For sure, escort is much better, than 24/7 office or factory work, seasoned with stereotypes about a decent life.

Now I should ask morality sticklers to take off the false cloak of chastity or, at the least, step aside. (Sorry, guys, it is not your field of specialty.)

How do you know, that escort is bad?) Consensual commercial sex between two or more, if you prefer, grown-up people doesn't deserve a place in the humanity anti-values list. And it definitely won’t take you to a neurologist, unlike an office sitting in front of a computer monitor. Unless you are a ninety-nine years old guy, who decided to try extreme Kama Sutra.

Whenever social stereotypes push you into an internal conflict between "want" and "don't", remember, that someone in the world launders taxpayers' money, ignites wars, sells drugs and so on. As for me, I bring into the world a bright light of carnal pleasures. For money, of course!)