I haven't paid for "it" either way (meaning cheap or expensive) but maybe the question should just be: "WOULD you ever pay for, say a night with a super model equivalent, leaving aside any further consequences than being out a few thousand dollars?" Maybe that's low for someone like that? I really don't know if it's low or high.

I've definitely known guys who have blown (ahem) that much at Vegas in a weekend- even a night maybe. I also know a few guys who have spent outrageous money drinking a few ultra pricey bottles of wine in a night. It seems crazy to me, but worth it to them.

What is it worth for one night of a truly outstanding and probably unique opportunity?

But... maybe... a night with Scarlett Johansson (or your favorite) in a fancy hotel? That's a tough call.

When I was younger, I figured it would be just as easy to love a rich woman a sa poor one, so I thought I'd marry for money.

"You can marry more money in five minutes than you can earn in a lifetime."

But then I met my wife and forgot about that until it was too late.

Oh, well.

The great thing about Ho

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The great thing about Ho

When I lived in Mannheim, I used to go every weekend to the Red Light(we soldiers called it the Romeo Lima) and blow 300 bucks or so.

one night we are all ogling this girl. Really hot. Anyway, we are all bidding and this other guy in my squad(we used to go out together, all the guys in a squad or platoon)...well he rolls up and outbids all of us,( I was REALLY pissed beacause this girl was hot!!)!goes up there, and then comes back down and says, guys...we gotta go.

turns out the girl was a guy and he beat the shit out of him/her with a hammer.

he is now in Fort Leavenworth doing hard time.

but yes, I loved the RL.

I had a thing where id only get African girls.

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Just ask Clifton, there is a definite price/quality correlation.

Blind, the old fart couldn't tell the difference!

I would only consider this if there was a harem of Adriana Lima's or equivilent involved over the course of several days.

Of course the loan would have to include a couple fist fulls of viagra to make the most of the fling...

It depends. Was the hooker reviewed in the magazine?

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It depends. Was the hooker reviewed in the magazine?

And was there both a subjective portion and objective measurements?

My frustration is that they always review the high-priced call girls. Where are the reviews of affordable hookers?

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When I lived in Mannheim, I used to go every weekend to the Red Light(we soldiers called it the Romeo Lima) and blow 300 bucks or so.

Blow 300 bucks?!?!!!
Man, you guys must have been up all night!

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When I lived in Mannheim, I used to go every weekend to the Red Light(we soldiers called it the Romeo Lima) and blow 300 bucks or so.

Blow 300 bucks?!?!!!
Man, you guys must have been up all night!

Yeah, pretty much! it was 45 Euro for the "everything" package...and I usually lasted about I dunno...30 minutes because I was drunk. very drunk. then eat, drink some more and on to the next round.

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I would only consider this if there was a harem of Adriana Lima's or equivilent involved over the course of several days.

Of course the loan would have to include a couple fist fulls of viagra to make the most of the fling...

If you were a soldier in one of the major german cities, I guarantee , bet you any amount of money that youd be there(Red Light) every other weekend at least.

In frankfurt, I didnt like the "main" red light, so there was this street in the country on the way back to mannheim that consisted of RVs parked every 20 or so feet...same premise..less worn out girls.

and then there were the actual "whorehouses" which were too rich for my blood. Only went to them maybe twice.

the cool thing is...they have a credit card swiper right in the rooms!

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It depends. Was the hooker reviewed in the magazine?

Very true and to add.
Also what are the measurements to prove quality!
Where is the DBT!
Where is the group test!
I would not buy until these are all done otherwise the sex they offer is just snake oil and you only believe your having fun!

Well someone had to make it reflect the arguments that a few love to always raise about audio, surprised they are not being vocal here demanding measurements,etc

Cheers
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"Well someone had to make it reflect the arguments that a few love to always raise about audio, surprised they are not being vocal here demanding measurements,etc "

The only problem with that analogy is that you might have to provide your own "measurements" too! Depending on the results your standing could go way or up, or down, in your peer group.

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It depends. Was the hooker reviewed in the magazine?

In my hometown some girls actually get reviewed on the web by customers!

I know a hooker who uses snake oil

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I know a hooker who uses snake oil

IMO tortoise oil is better

This thread seems to be sussing out those open to this Ho thing and the skeptics. I would like to remind everyone you really can't have an opinion unless you've tried some of these Ho's we speak of.

Count me in!

When I was in High School, an old lady paid me 4 times a week (45 minutes a night)to go over to her house , put on these custom made leather bikini briefs and tanker boots(and nothing else), and lay across her bed while she beat the hell out of me with a whip. True Story. Did it my last two years of high school, made 400 bucks a week.

Still have some markings/scars. She got off on it, and I didnt have to have sex with her. Win Win situation!

The coolest thing-- she was a Methodist Pastor's ex-wife.

Tell us more!

Wow... dude you constantly surprise me. You could write book with all the crazy shit you've signed up for over the years. And then when you segue that into those pix you posted a while back of dedicated Dad with growing your own veggies... A life lived in all it's messy glory. I believe many could learn a few lessons about experience being the best teacher.

So the obvious question about your "relations" with the preacher's wife would be: did you ever learn to like it in its own right?

I would ask where the hell your parents were but I'm with Lamont, tell us more!

These sessions are usually accompanied with at least a litte boot licking or face sitting?

You disgusting worm!

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When I was in High School, an old lady paid me 4 times a week (45 minutes a night)to go over to her house , put on these custom made leather bikini briefs and tanker boots(and nothing else), and lay across her bed while she beat the hell out of me with a whip. True Story. Did it my last two years of high school, made 400 bucks a week.

Still have some markings/scars. She got off on it, and I didnt have to have sex with her. Win Win situation!

The coolest thing-- she was a Methodist Pastor's ex-wife.

I suspect you would have done it for nothing.

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When I was in High School, an old lady paid me 4 times a week (45 minutes a night)to go over to her house , put on these custom made leather bikini briefs and tanker boots(and nothing else), and lay across her bed while she beat the hell out of me with a whip. True Story. Did it my last two years of high school, made 400 bucks a week.

Still have some markings/scars. She got off on it, and I didnt have to have sex with her. Win Win situation!

The coolest thing-- she was a Methodist Pastor's ex-wife.

I suspect you would have done it for nothing.

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When I was in High School, an old lady paid me 4 times a week (45 minutes a night)to go over to her house , put on these custom made leather bikini briefs and tanker boots(and nothing else), and lay across her bed while she beat the hell out of me with a whip. True Story. Did it my last two years of high school, made 400 bucks a week.

Still have some markings/scars. She got off on it, and I didnt have to have sex with her. Win Win situation!

The coolest thing-- she was a Methodist Pastor's ex-wife.

Ok, nc. Now I'm confused. I've seen you get pretty huffy when people have posted cheesecake pics on threads before. "Misogyny" was your response.

Now, I'm no prude. I even believe in necrophilia between consenting adults. But if you have a history of whore-ific debauchery (on both sides of the cash register) I'd think you could cut slack for someone going through their "pin-up" phase of sexual development.

Just a thought. You've every right to be contradictory and interesting.

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Wow... dude you constantly surprise me. You could write book with all the crazy shit you've signed up for over the years. And then when you segue that into those pix you posted a while back of dedicated Dad with growing your own veggies... A life lived in all it's messy glory. I believe many could learn a few lessons about experience being the best teacher.

So the obvious question about your "relations" with the preacher's wife would be: did you ever learn to like it in its own right?

Man, I know. Ive lived a very strange life. I feel like I am 70 years old at 31. I attribute it to boredom. In the case of the bondage stuff, I attribute it to being broke. At the time I was living in a boarding house for old people. Didnt get along with my mom and dad, so I paid 50 bucks a week to stay at that place. Money always ran out due to my insatiable appetite for booze and other instruments of self-destruction. Man, in senior year alone I must have bought all the scotch guard on the east coast.

I used to sit in class, spray that in my shirt, lay the entire class with my face in my shirt, and when the bell rang, I would stumble out to the next session. I had a 3.8 GPA, dont know how.

and then there was the time, while I was soaring on coke, that I was in this queer bar with my girlfriend...anyway, this jerk stole my hat(a Flat Cap my grandaddy gave me) and I was very pissed(literally and figuratively)..so I went out in a rage to find the bastard....couldnt see him anywhere...in a fit of anger , I punched the nearest thing I could find, which happened to be a cops horse. The horse went WEHERHEHRHERHEHR and galloped off. the cop (who was in a deli next door getting a coffee) ran off after him and then arrested me and threw me in the drunk tank.

That was expunged, thank God...they got me for assault on a police officer.

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I'd think you could cut slack for someone going through their "pin-up" phase of sexual development.

Just a thought. You've every right to be contradictory and interesting.

I am perfectly ok with men being the subjects of sexism, but misogyny bothers me(I was very respectful and yess maam no maam to the prositutes always)

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did you ever learn to like it in its own right?

Hmm. I don't think I liked it so much as was unaffected by it. My dad used to beat the fuck out of me with his fists(he broke my nose 3 times) and mom with the coathanger...so I was like "damn" I can get paid for this?

I had a rather fiery childhood. We were loved but goddamn, I took my lumps.

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I know a hooker who uses snake oil

Wow! She's into Hi Fi?

I gave up on hookers after a bad experience in Las Vegas.

I was 21 and had a major night playing poker and got pretty lit up. I asked the concierge if he could, you know, hook me up, and, after checking my ID, said that he could. (Which is funny, even if I was under age, it was still equally illegal.)

I was told to go up to my room and wait.

Soon came a knock on the door and, sure enough, there was an amazing looking hooker! Orders of magnitude better than expected.

I had figured in my expenses and asked the hooker what I could get for 600 bucks.

Hooker said, "Hand job."

I was taken aback. I expected more. The hooker could tell I was incredulous, so I was taken over to the window of my room and the hooker pointed to valet parking.

"You see that Ferrari Daytona at the valet? Well, the quality of my hand jobs got me that car."

I was so drunk, I was sold, and we closed the deal and it was the best 600 bucks I ever spent.

The next night, I had any even better night and asked the same concierge if the same hooker might be available.

He said he'd see and I was sent to anxiously wait in my room.

Sure enough, about a half hour later, the same amazing hooker showed up, hotter than the previous day!

I said, "I can go 6,000. What can I have?"

Hooker said, "Blow job."

I said, "Six grand for a blow job? I don't think so."

Once again, the hooker led me over to the window and pointed to an apartment building on Twain. Hookers said, "You see that apartment building? The quality of my blow jobs got me that apartment building."

Well, I was an easy sale and the 6 grand was better than well spent, especially since most of it belonged to Stu Unger.

My last night in town, I hit a no limit pot with seven players all in, and had just funded my mom's house and grad school.

I went over to the concierge, who, by now, recognized me and before I could even ask he said, "Sure thing sport, head on up."

I waited, shivering with anicip..........ation, and back came the hottest hooker I had ever seen.

I blurted out, "I won it all, baby, price is no object, I want your pussy."

Hooker took me over to the window yet again and pointed across to the Flamingo.

I said, "The quality of your pussy got you the Flamingo?"

In a deep baritone, the hooker replied, "Well, if I gad a pussy."

I swore off hookers right then and there.

Just a... ahem... temporary position perhaps...