The Whoremonger, aka James, has a great sense of humor. He has to have from now on. British women are unattractive according to him. If he has his way, all the over weight women and those with eating disorders in Dominican Republic will be rounded up and deported to Haiti.

James is very picky about bloggers' English, which must be the result of frustration having no English spoken to him. If he is in charge of foreign policy, expensive prostitutes costing hundreds of dollars will be banned, and the money saved will turn into foreign aid to help single mothers and their kids. Sending voluntary troops to entertain will be part of the package.

James is probably an English language consultant over there, but that didn't stop him from selling in his spare time for commission, some phone cards and the crappy camcorder. You know, camcorder is just like penis. Size is everything. If the len is small, the picture will be grainy indoors and unwatchable at low light.

Never mind the women, I like my sidewalks paved! I can't get into the mood walking around potholes, uneven and dusty pathways. California concrete is OK. Centuries old cobble stone as in Guildford and other high streets are romantic. A Venetian port under star light is grand.

Similarly, I like refined women, be it superficial. But it doesn't necessarily mean makeup. If we meet early after lunch, Chanel liked to see me without any makeup on, so I couldn't possibly mess anything up on her face. When she upsets me, she would see me eye to eye, nose almost touching, not apologizing, but as if telling me, "I'm so pretty without makeup, I'm so worth it, and you are going to call me again in a few weeks". I'm had no problem with her not making up, until she arrived with beautiful makeup on and sexy dresses. I was so jealous because I was sure that she was going somewhere important after me. So she promised me to make up and look beautiful for me too. But the problem was, she complained that those makeup that I prefer, as if no makeup had been done, are expensive. I lifted her makeup better than any cleanser, so all the hard work will only last for an hour and she had to reapply everything all over again. So the compromise was for her to put on some powder instead.

I'm turned on by her well trimmed eye brows. Fine long hair flowing weightlessly. I like manicure and pedicure, even all natural nails, which I preferred. High heels, or designer slippers.

The players?

Updated Feb 24, 2007

Finally, I did it, taking off the link to this entry and leave it to the dust. Some accidental or occasional players may or may not want their blogs to be included in the list. Some 'players' don't write about hooker experiences or hooker stories; what left? Discussion boards? Do I have to subscribe to 100 people?

I keep track of these blogs but not because I find it interesting. I just keep an eye on what's going on. There's not much to read anyway.

I came across Sigmond's blog when he was about to abandon it. I said many things but basically I don't read luxury travel blogs when I travel on a budget, which isn't small but there's always something bigger that I don't find relevant or interesting.

As for the East Coast, I'm jealous: agencies are not allowed to survive in South California, except for the rip-off types, which are legal. We don't build up references and communities via blogs, but via discussion and review boards. As for suicide girls, what can I say except that all tattoos are carefully counted and reported here.

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A review in The Erotic Review has a perceived value of $10. You also get the bragging right, and useful references. There must be something odd about anonymous players with a blog. For me, one can only put in so much extra contents into a review that has to be 'approved'. I dazzled them, I made them laugh, but at the end you know they just want you to write mechanically and exactly what happened with the minimum number of words. And when the big time comes, very soon TER realized that they cannot afford to let guys say what they want on the discussion boards. They rather moderate with heavy hands; leaving the boards half dead and totally boring. The picture that TER painted is as distorted as the big dog, which takes years for the die hards to realize it and abandon ship.

Nightside Johnny has something interesting going, but he's reluctant to be regarded as a player. Sigmund Fuller is way out of touch of popular culture. In an odd way, he reminds me of ex-sugar babies who always carry expired super-duper cards in their handbags; can't forget the faded glory. (By no means I'm implying that he's on the way down.)

The West Coast culture is always somewhat at odds with the East Coast. There's no surprise that I'm not a big fan of New York John and The Poet. Either the playing field is very different or we are very different players. I respect that.