Showing posts with label escort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label escort. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

2 flats in Ropewalks

I found out about a sex worker in a flat in the Ropewalks area of Liverpool. I have written about Ropewalks before. I wrote that there seems to be a few opportunities for paid-for sex in Ropewalks, whereas Liverpool generally doesn't have much available compared to Manchester. There are Thai and Chinese massage establishments where a basic sexual service is usually available, and one or two places where you can get full sex.

I found out about this flat on a discussion group. Someone said how much he likes Sakura. Sakura used to be a sleazy place on Seel Street, but now they have new premises off Duke Street that are much nicer. They are Chinese and they offer massage and 'extras'. I had been to the old Sakura, and I had got full sex there. I had more recently been to the new Sakura for a massage and was offered hand relief but I didn't fancy the girl so I declined the offer.

Someone else on the discussion group wrote that he doesn't know why anyone bothers with Sakura, there's a flat right next to it where you can get full sex from a Chinese girl. I was intrigued by this, I wondered if the flat is the same one that Maya worked from. Maya is a black woman who advertized in local newspapers and worked as an independent from a flat in the same block as Sakura. I had seen Maya twice and noticed that recently she hasn't had her ad in the papers.

The man put a link to the vivastreet ad for this Chinese girl. I looked at the ad. I had never used vivastreet before. There seem to be a lot of escorts advertizing on there. The girl's name is Lisa and the man on the discussion group gave the impression that she's a student. She charges £70 for a half hour. I thought I might give it a go so I copied the phone number. I phoned and asked if I could see her the next day at 3. She texted me the address.

I found the block of flats in Duke Street then phoned her. The number of the flat wasn't in the text. It went to voicemail so I left her a message. I also texted her and asked her to phone or text when she's available. I tried to phone her a couple of times more over the next couple of hours but with no success.

I thought I would go to a nearby Thai massage place for half an hour. Not Sakura, where you have to pay £30 for a half hour massage, unlike most places. I was hoping to see my favourite girl there. N. is the prettiest one. The last time I'd seen her she didn't seem to be wearing any make up but she was still pretty. She wasn't there though. The woman at reception said would I like two girls? I thought why not so I had a half hour massage with P. and A. I paid £40 for that. They asked me if I wanted hand relief so I paid another £40 for that. They took it in turns to wank me.

It was a pleasant experience but what I really wanted was to see a younger woman fully naked in a well lit room. That's why I wanted to see Lisa. I asked P. and A. about them removing clothes and they said they could go topless but that would be more money.

I was in Liverpool a few days later and I thought I would try the number again. She answered the phone and I said can I come now? I went straight round. She's a pretty smiley woman and she gave me a big hug. She looks as if she's in her late 20s rather than her early 20s and wasn't slender but I thought she was very nice. She took off her clothes and got onto the bed, opening her legs. I got onto the bed with her and looked at her pussy, which was very nice. She had some pubic hair, as Chinese women often do.

She smiled and giggled and laughed quite a lot. She let me put my finger in her pussy inside a condom and we had full sex together. Her English was OK but not that good, with a strong Chinese accent. I realized that she probably isn't going to be an independent like Maya (it wasn't the same flat or block as Maya's). She's probably not going to be there long, and might soon be replaced by another Chinese woman. I don't think there's much point trying to book to see these women.

A few days after I saw Lisa, I decided to go into Liverpool again. I had started looking at Liverpool escorts on vivastreet. There seemed to be so many. I had thought Liverpool had so little to offer but here were all these lovely girls. They had their photos there with their details. I copied the phone number of the prettiest, Sophia. She was so pretty, slender and young I thought this is too good to be true. I'm aware that not all the photos are genuine.

It seemed to be a good option to try one of these girls. The usual alternatives for me are massage establishments in Liverpool, seedy brothels in the Wirral where the women are often old, or going to Manchester. I could have tried to see Nicole again at the Thai brothel in the Wirral but she had insisted that it was in semi darkness, which is not what I wanted.

On Tuesday I phoned Sophia's number twice, but there was no reply. Yesterday I phoned again, half expecting no-one to answer. Sophia answered and said that I could come and see her that day. She said she wasn't prepared to give her address unless I was in Liverpool. I got onto the next bus to Liverpool. I tried to phone her again but there was no reply. I had told Sophia I wanted to see her about 4, and it was now just before 3.

My plan was to try to see Lisa again if I couldn't get to see Sophia. If it wasn't the girl in the photo I would leave. In the meantime I needed something to do so I thought I would go to Sakura for a massage. Someone on the discussion group said you can see them naked for not a lot of money. The woman I saw was B., and in the semi-darkness of the room I found her quite attractive. She has a black dress on, black stockings and black boots.

When she asked me if I wanted hand relief I said we only have10 minutes left and I won't be able to come in 10 minutes. I said that I could give her £10 and she could play with my cock but not worry about giving me an orgasm. She accepted and said that if I did come I would have to give her the usual £20. After a couple of minutes I got a strong erection but I didn't feel that I was going to come no matter how long she continued.

I asked her about other extras and she said she does body-to-body. So I could have seen her naked but I would have had to pay more money.

At the end of the 30 minutes I gave B. her extra £10, got dressed and went out. Then I tried to phone Sophia again. This time she answered. She told me to go to Consett Square in Ropewalks. Or that's what I thought she said. She had a strong Spanish or South American accent. I Googled 'Consett Square Liverpool' and it gave me info about Concert Square. I asked people where Concert Square is, I hadn't heard of it, though Google said it was at one end of Seel Street.

Seel Street has been named as the UK's fourth hippest street because of its bars, clubs and after-hours clubs.

I found Concert Street, and there was a square there, but there wasn't a sign saying Concert Square so I thought I'd better check and I asked a couple of men. They said it was. I phoned Sophia again and she said she would try and see me. I said I'm near the Australian bar. She said go down the road, no not that way, the other way, yes that's right. A taxi driver blew his horn because I'd crossed without looking. She said be careful.

I got to the door and with some difficulty got into the building, talking to Sophia all the time. She said come to the second floor in the lift. I did so then she came out her front door and along the corridor to open another security door. My first impression was that she's quite pretty, although she doesn't seem to be wearing makeup and she's in casual clothes. I tried to think is she the girl in the photo and I decided she could be but that she must have put on a lot of weight. She was plump but not obese.

I decided to stay and paid her the £70 for a half hour session. She's young and cute. I could believe she's a student. She said would I like a bit of a massage first so I said yes. She'd taken off her clothes. I asked her a few questions. She said she's from Spain, she's 22, and she's been in Liverpool a few months (the vivastreet ad said she would only be in Liverpool one week). I said her photo is really fantastic, and she replied that it is her but that she's probably put on 5 kilos.

I told her I wanted to look at her pussy so she lay on the bed and opened her legs. I asked if I could turn the light on. She didn't mind that at all. I got an erection, we put a condom on and I got on top of her. That wasn't really working for me though and she said would I like a hand job. That was quite nice but then I thought I would do it myself.

I looked at Sophia to try to make myself more aroused. Then I lay back on the bed and imagined Sophia on a Friday or Saturday night when men would be shagging her after visiting bars and clubs in the area. I imagined that I was on holiday in Spain or somewhere and I'd picked up Sophia and taken her home and was shagging her without a condom and she was loving it and moaning. I brought myself to orgasm.

It sounds strange that when I was on top of this lovely young woman shagging her it wasn't doing it for me, but when I was wanking myself imagining shagging her it was. It's funny how the mind works. When I got home I looked at the photo from the vivastreet ad again. I looked at her face carefully and I decided it wasn't the girl I had just been with. It was still a lovely experience.

I did a Google picture search using Sophia's photo, which didn't come up with anything, then I did a picture search with TinEye which shows that other escorts are using this photo. So it's definitely not her.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Manchester Great Ancoats Street and Chinatown

I made my way from the train station to Great Ancoats Street yesterday. I wanted to go to Piccadilly Club where they have a line up of four semi-naked women. I was disappointed when they only had two there though. Camille was one of them. I had seen her before so I knew what to expect. I paid my £35 and Camille led me up the stairs.

Camille was looking younger and more attractive than I remembered. She's quite wild but even she has her limits. She told me not to come on her face. It was alright for me to come on her chest but not on her face. I think that's more to do with spoiling her makeup than anything else. I asked if I could put my finger in her pussy and she said yes, if I put a condom on my finger. So I got one finger inside her, then after a while took it out and put two fingers in the condom. I held it up for her to see and she was happy for me to put two fingers in. She started wanking herself and appeared to orgasm.

When my half hour was up Camille said I should book another half hour with her. She said I needed a full hour so I could come. I had other ideas though. It's not that I didn't want another half hour with Camille, it's just that I wanted to see what my other options were.

I went down the road to Passions. There were two women there. An older oriental woman who I think was there the last time. I chose Julia who is young and pretty. Again £35. Julia was a bit strange. She didn't like me lying on top of her. She said she loved doggy-style, which is what some of them say when they don't want a man on top of them. So we tried that, but it's never really worked for me. She didn't want me to touch her pussy. She kept her bikini top on the whole time. I wanted to look at her pussy and wank myself, she lay on the bed with her legs open but didn't seem happy with that either. I don't think she's going to last long in this business.

I went back to Piccadilly Club again. This time there were four women in the line up. Camille was there again, third from left. The first on the left was a tall slender beauty who gave me a shy smile. Next to her was a tall plumper woman who had quite a nice face. I was tempted by the beauty but I thought I would probably just want to stare at her face the whole time. The plumper more ordinary looking woman I thought I could come on top of her.

Her name is Sophia and she said she's from Italy. I asked her to keep her sexy dress on. I tried shagging her but something just wasn't working. The small dark room with the narrow bed was putting me off. It would have been better on a proper bed in a proper bedroom with lots of natural light. That's how it is at Passions. The ultra violet lamp lighting up odd bits of clothing added to the unreality of the situation.

I asked Sophia if she's going out tonight. She said she was. I said do you like clubbing. Having a dance. Men watching you. Picking up men. She's the sort of girl men would like to take home. I was looking at her pussy, her legs wide apart, and I asked her if she would let me put my finger inside her if I used a condom for that. She said no way. I wanked myself and she said come in tissue not on me. I got some semen on the towel and maybe a bit on the bed. I don't think I got any on her, but if I did it would have been just a couple of drops. She seemed irritated but afterwards was friendly, asking if I was married etc.
this is not one of the girls

Even though I had come with Sophia I decided to go to Chinatown and find a place I had seen. It is a Thai massage place. When I had walked past it months ago it seemed that men were queuing up outside. I found the place but it was right next to a barber shop so maybe the men were queuing up for the barber shop? I found the place and went up the stairs. It seemed quite classy. I said I would like a massage but only if I could take a quick shower before. I had spent hours on the train and then walking around Manchester. It was a warm humid day so I wanted to make it nice for the masseur. I paid £35 I think it was for an hour massage.

Usually when you take a shower at these places it is a small space. Here, however, it was a shower room. Plenty of room to move about. I had been given a big towel and a towel gown to wear. I went back into the room. It was a proper Thai massage with her moving my legs into odd positions. I had no idea if I was going to be offered some kind of sexual service or if it was just a straight massage. Part of me didn't want hand relief because I had already come not long before and I don't find it easy to come that way anyway.

A few times her hands brushed against my genitals. I was naked. I thought perhaps this is the sort of place where if you get an erection they will offer to wank you, but if you don't then it will just be a straight massage. I tried to make my cock get stiff by having sexual fantasies. The lady was older and quite short but not bad looking. She smiled, looked at my cock - which was semi-erect at this point - and said something like 'I think he's woken up now'. I held it and waggled it about. It became fully erect. I said something like 'Yes, he has definitely woken up now'.

She wanted £40 to wank me. I looked in my wallet but only had £20 so I gave her that and some loose change. She seemed to enjoy it and I certainly enjoyed it because I could feel myself about to come. I wanted it to happen and tried to visualize fountains of sperm spurting out. She knew what she was doing because I did come, for the second time that day. She made me feel that my whole day had been worthwhile after my sleazy encounters with reluctant prostitutes. I left very happy.

Glasgow v Manchester

If anyone is thinking of punting in Glasgow I would say don't bother. I could only find sex workers on the internet. The photographs were nothing like the sex worker. The going rate seems to be £80 per half hour or £160 per hour. In London or Liverpool it would be £60 per half hour. In Manchester it seems to be £35.

I went to see two sex workers, both of them were supposed to be in the city centre but were quite far out. Both worked from their homes which were in blocks of flats. It involved quite a few text messages before I could locate them. I felt a bit vulnerable, fearing I might be robbed going up the stairs. More importantly, I would think that they would be vulnerable too. I don't suppose whoever it is who decided on policing policy for prostitution in Glasgow would have thought of that. A woman on her own in a flat with lots of money would be a target for criminals.

I first saw 'Jessica' in Royston Road. Looked nothing like the photo and she wasn't South American. She wanted £80. I didn't realize at the time that this is the going rate for Glasgow so I said I'd give her £60. She accepted. It worked out well though and I came on top of her. It was a warm humid day and we were both sweaty which I think added to the pleasure.

I also saw Aitana in Tollcross Road. I gave her £80. I was only with her a few minutes when the doorbell went. She stopped what she was doing with me and went to the door. She told the man to come back in 10 minutes. So I didn't get my half hour with her and I didn't come.

On the train yesterday from Glasgow I was meant to change at Wigan North for my train to Liverpool. I asked the ticket collector if I could buy a ticket that would enable me to stay on the train and get off at Manchester Piccadilly instead. I wanted to see a sex worker of two in Manchester. I can tell you all about what I did yesterday in Manchester in my next post. It was very good.

Friday, August 15, 2014

thoughts about my first escort

On Tuesday this week I experienced my first escort. I wrote about it in my previous post. I have been thinking about it. I've only seen one escort, and so I'm hardly in a position to comment on all escorts, but there are a few things I can say.

Firstly, my escort wasn't someone from Eastern Europe or Southeast Asia desperate to make money. I can't say that about all escorts of course, but it isn't true that they're all poor women who have few choices in life. That's what some people would want you to believe, the ones who want it banned. My escort was educated in America and I expect she could have lived there if she'd wanted.

Secondly, she seemed to enjoy my company and enjoyed the sex too. When we were having sex she wanted to wank herself until she came. That was nice for me to watch. Some people will say she was only pretending, because that's what turns men on. They will say she didn't really want to be with me. But when I looked at her pussy she was obviously aroused. And why not, lot's of women will have sex for free with a stranger in a hotel room. She told me I was her first client of the day. Perhaps I was the last of the day too. I don't think she has to have sex loads of times every day.

Thirdly, not all escorts are tall, slender and beautiful. Men don't insist on women with big breasts and tiny waists. My escort wasn't tall, slender or a stunner. But she made me happy. She can make a living through escorting. Unless, of course, the radical feminists and faith groups manage to ban her from making a living. Then you've got the blokes who say why can't you get it for free. But if a man pays £50 for a meal and £50 for his date's meal, with drinks on top that's easily £120. It's not for free. And a man might have to pay for several dates before he gets any action.

People say that Belle de Jour was nothing near the reality of prostitution. Well, what I experienced on Tuesday night comes very close to that. The only real difference is that my escort wasn't young, tall, slender or a stunner. I could have got that if I'd wanted that, the agency have a website where you can select a woman you fancy.

I don't know what India is going to do with her money. She might be studying or on an internship or has her own business. Whatever she is I wish her the best and I hope the money will be a help to her.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

my first escort

I'm staying in a hotel near Liverpool. Yesterday I bought the local newspaper and looked at the ads. They have a section Adult Services 18+ subsection Hostess and Escorts. There were two agencies advertizing there, Minxx Escorts and Candy Girls. I phoned the first of these and asked how much it costs to have a woman come to my hotel room.

I was told that the price is £120 per hour. That seems to be the normal rate, although I have never paid for an hour before. Last week I went to a Thai brothel and paid £60 for half an hour, and Soho girls charge £20 for 10 minutes. I was a bit worried that I might not be attracted to the woman they sent to me, that I might not be able to get an erection, or if I did I might not be able to come. However, it worked out quite well for me.

The woman on the phone asked me what type of woman I wanted. I said I didn't want someone young. I've decided that although young women can be lovely to look at, I'm much more turned on by an older woman. She said that she would send me India, who has long black hair and a darker skin. India would be driven to my hotel, the driver would leave her with me and then come back for her in an hour.

Ten minutes before India arrived she gave me a phone call. I went and met her in the hotel car park. She looked quite attractive, wearing what looked like a blue evening dress. She seemed very friendly and I led her upstairs to the room.

I had 6 £20 notes for her and she phoned the agency just to say she was OK. There are two armchairs in my room and I asked her to sit down. She told me lots of things about herself, that she is half Spanish and was educated in America. We must have spent five minutes talking, and then I said "I'll tell you what would be very sexy, if you sat with your legs apart". She smiled and did that.

I asked her to undress for me. She did so with her back to me. She's short and quite plump, but that doesn't bother me. I prefer it to being skinny. Her skin is quite dark. I asked her to lie on the bed while I got undressed. I got onto the bed with her. I said we could have a cuddle to start off with.

I told her I had not been with an escort before and I wasn't sure what we can do. She said we can do anything except anal and everything would be with a condom. I asked if that included kissing and she said yes. We had a bit of a kiss but I didn't try to put my tongue in her mouth. She took a condom off the bedside table and put it onto me and started sucking. Fortunately it was one of my special condoms, the extra sensitive ones, that I had placed there hoping we could use it.

After a minute or two I explained to her that oral sex doesn't get me aroused. I said if I looked at her pussy that would do more for me. I asked her what she enjoys and she said doggy and her on top. We tried doggy but that didn't work, her on top worked better. I said I wanted to lie on top of her and shag her. After a few minutes it was going well until I got out of breath.

I got off of her and knelt between her legs. She said she wanted to wank herself until she came. When she had orgasmed I asked her to hold her pussy open wide. It was a very attractive pussy and when she held it open I could see it was red inside. I got on top of her again and started shagging her again. She encouraged me and I came inside her.

We had a few minutes left and we lay on the bed together and talked. She told me about the two brothels they have in Liverpool and Birkenhead. When the hour was up she asked me if it was OK if she got dressed now. I was willing to take her back to the car park but she said there was no need, she could find her own way.

Last week I went to a Thai brothel in South Croydon. The maid showed me to the upstairs room. The girl was having a shower and would be a few minutes. When the girl came out of the bathroom she was wearing a white bathrobe and had a towel on her head. She was a very pretty girl. She said her name is Michelle.

When she got onto the bed with me and I knew she was going to give me some oral, I asked if she would do it without a condom. She said she couldn't do that because it is a policy of the establishment not to do that. I said I would give her an extra £10 and wash my penis. She agreed to that. I got off the bed and gave her the extra tenner then went into the bathroom. As I was washing my cock I got an erection and thought I'm onto a good thing here.

So she started sucking my willy but still I wasn't getting aroused. I did manage to come eventually by looking at her pussy and wanking myself, but I have come to realize that I find older women more arousing. Younger women are lovely but it's older women that can turn me on. That may be partly to do with they know what to say. People might wonder why I turned down a sexy girl like Mary in Greek Street and then go to see Lily who is a much older woman. But Lily can really turn me on. That's why Zara could make me come when Suzy couldn't. Suzy is as pretty as Zara, but Zara is just so much more arousing.

Monday, June 3, 2013

lucky west end girls

I have just finished reading a new book by Violet Ivy about the sex industry called Lucky Girl. It is an account of her life and in particular her involvment in different areas of the sex industry on three continents. I was especially interested in her time at the Soho walk ups, which is the area that I know most about, but her life story starts in a small town in Australia.

As a young adult she moves to the city. Finding work is difficult so she tries serving beers in a sleazy bar wearing next to no clothing. Not being happy with this she progresses to stripping. Eventually she decides to try prostitution. Her account of what she has to go though, especially the first time she has sex for money, is quite harrowing. So too is her account of her first anal sex where she is injured and robbed.

She goes to work for a year in a brothel in Kalgoorlie (I don't know where that is either). It is only when she comes to Melbourne and a high-class brothel there that things begin to look up for her. Although happy at this place, she wants to travel, so she moves to Las Vegas and works as a stripper and a sex worker. She paints a fascinating picture of a world of orgies attended by her - group bookings - against a background of the desperate gambling addicts she sees on the streets and in the casinos of Las Vegas.

Again on the move, she comes to London. Although working in the Soho walk ups is not her first option, she endures it until she is headhunted by an elite fetish brothel in Mayfair. Returning to Australia despite loving her work in Mayfair, the pinnacle of her career is accompanying a leading actor to an award ceremony. He is a gay man who needs to pretend to the world to have a girlfriend, and Violet provides that service for him.

While in Soho she is threatened by an Albanian pimp. She sends him packing. The girl in the flat above her is attacked. The police try to help, but this is in the days when CCTV was uncommon in the walk ups and maids could not always be afforded. Maids get a £2 tip from every customer but the sex worker has to pay her £60 per day. She also has to pay £240 to £280 per day in rent for the flat. Some days some of the sex workers were unable to make that amount of money and could get into debt.

Some of the readers of this blog might remember her. She called herself Sydney then and she worked in Peter Street in Soho and perhaps other places too. This would have been more than 10 years ago. There were a couple of other Australian girls working in Soho then too.

One thing I liked was her account of how she tried her best to help a 32 year old virgin enjoy his first experience of sex. She showed great sensitivity to his needs and was aware that her actions could affect his future relations with women.

Violet writes about her experience of what is perhaps the biggest problem in the life of sex workers, and that is the problem of boyfriends. A sex worker might meet a lovely man and want to have a relationship with him. Only an unsatisfactory man would accept his girlfriend working as a prostitute. So she might keep her work a secret and always fear he might find out, remain single, or accept as a boyfriend a man who might try to exploit her.

A while ago I read the book West End Girls by Barbara Tate. Barbara was a maid in Soho walk ups soon after the end of World War 2. Although the information is a bit out of date now, there is one area especially where she is relevant to today, the problem of boyfriends.

Barbara wrote that there weren't any pimps in Soho but some of the women had ponces. A ponce isn't the same as a pimp. A ponce is a man who tries to form an emotional relationship with a sex worker, not because he cares for her but because he intends to exploit her. He emotionally manipulates her and gets her to hand over her money to him. He tells her that he will invest it for their future together.

In Tate's Soho a ponce was often a Maltese man who would try to hook an established prostitute - who was nearly always a British woman. I think that many of the women in Soho today have men like this. The women are from Eastern Europe and the men are from their own country, maybe their own town. They could be 'boyfriends' who persuade them they can have a good life together in London.

Taking the two books together, it seems to confirm that the clever women are the ones who use sex work to make as much money as possible, bank it or make sensible investments, then leave. They can use the money to set themselves up, do what they really want to do in life, and they don't have to lie to their boyfriends about what they do.

Lucky Girl is a very informative and enjoyable read. We need to hear more about women's experience of the world of sex work and its unusual and occasionally frightening characters. You can buy the book at many places: AmazonBookLocker and Book Depository. Violet has her own website.

Violet Ivy


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Soho characters: Diana


Diana -with some of her money
 I first came across Diana when she was working at 4 Old Compton Street in Soho. She called herself Paris and she became very popular, because of her youth and fun attitute.She worked as a prostitute there for a time, then decided to become involved in brothel management. There is a brothel just to the north of Soho called Pleasure Mansion.

She was born in Romania but has lived since childhood in England so she speaks perfect English. She is one of the few sex workers who doesn't mind her real name or photographs of her being shown on the Internet.

Recently she has done some stripping and seems to be doing well at that. She is also available for various services on AdultWork.com. But remember she charges much much more than the £25 that I paid when I went to see her a couple of years ago. She is a high class escort now.

Below are a few more photos of her, to show how pretty and cute she is.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Clare Gee on TV tomorrow

Last month I did a post about Clare Gee and her recently published book Hooked: Confessions of a London Call Girl. She will be giving an interview on television tomorrow on This Morning on ITV. The show starts at 10.30 am. Last month there was an interview with her in Cosmopolitan magazine. She has also made a second appearance on JoAnne Good's BBC Radio London show.

Having read an interview in the press I don't agree with everything she says. She says she has no time for writers like Brooke Magnanti, who she says glamourize prostitution. I'm not a great fan of Brooke Magnanti (the blogger Belle de Jour and author of Intimate Adventures Of A London Call Girl) but I think she shows one person's experience of prostitution.

I'm not a great fan of escorts but probably the majority of escorts manage to keep away from drugs or addiction. Some of them fritter away their money on holidays, clothes, champagne etc but many of them use the money to pay rent or a mortgage and bills. Some of them will save money and maybe use it to do what they really want to do with their lives.

I wanted in this blog to show what I have seen in my involvement with prostitution. There is nothing fictionalized about my blog, unlike both Clare's book and Brooke's books. Some of what they have written did not happen. I wanted to show the opposite side of the sort of thing that Brooke has written about, the dark side of prostitution, but I am not dismissing her views. If women keep away from drugs they aren't going to end up like Clare did, or worse.

Clare doesn't have a balanced point of view. What she says is probably what most people want to hear. They want to believe that prostitution is always damaging to women. They want to believe that drug addiction is always the result of psychological disturbance deriving from childhood trauma and not self indulgence and emotional immaturity. The truth is always more complex than what people want to hear.