male prostitute | 08/05/07
You know I get no end of joy out of watching the prostitutes as I walk home late at night. Flambouyant doesn’t even begin to describe them. Is ‘miamiviceish’ a word?
But last night as I walked back from the metro around 3:00, a big, black SUV pulled up near me, and the two attractive women inside asked me if I was doing okay. To think I look like a male hooker is probably the least likley thing you can imagine.
(The only other possibility I can come up with is that the sexual come-on was just a lure for some less enjoyable event. But we won’t think about that.)
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it was the yellow shirt.…
- Added by pookie on August 7, 2007 02:03 PM
