I had a pretty good experience at a nudie bar recently near where I live, the one that's located in the non-southern capital of Peru? I gather Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard used to enjoy having their morning meal there. A dancer and I, while enjoying a private session, came to a meeting of the minds such that we could eliminate the middle man, as it were, and enjoy some intermurals. You know, and that worked, is what I'm saying.
Well, so I was thinking...the same sort of thing might work at one of the Warren massage parlors. You know, the one with the twins? The staff is very handy and the place never gets full? The girls hardly ever even mouth off to you. I was thinking, if I liked a provider, as a session was winding down, I'd give her the number to a prepaid, and she could call me if she, you know, wanted to go to the malt shop and have a soda, but I thought I'd ask the usual gang of pre-verts what they thought.
Note: the preceding message does not in any way whatsoever describe any actual person, places, or events, and is wholly imaginary. The author of said piece is a pathological liar, and given to wild exaggerations, flights of fancy, and the occasional hallucinations. In fact,
he doesn't exist at all.