I was in the Hilton in Vegas sitting with an ex-coworker from a few years back. We were in the bar (of course) drinking and enjoying the parade of hookers. Some were nice, cute, sporty others were tired, plain and downright ugly. All were making my buddy squirm! He kept using aliases and reasons he wasn’t interested. What the hell are you doing?? They ain’t going to send you a Christmas card and telling on you to the fam isn’t really what they have in mind.
He damn near left the bar when I go on a “hooker tour” interviewing each of them…asking them their names, where they are from, how long they have been hooking, what their best sex trick is, what they want to do to my friend, can I put my finger inside them, etc. I tried to stir it up with a “Lets Make a Deal - Monte Hall” thing. Sex workers don’t do bidding wars by the way. My buddy left in a hurry to go hide in his double locked oasis on the 10th floor because there was talk of a twofer deal. I guess his Vegas saying is “What happens in Vegas will haunt your dreams forever”
I however gave the nicest, least attractive hooker a $20 and his address. Explain that Christmas card you loser!
