We love the snowman

We all love the snowman.

When I came in-world to check up on things a last time before Christmas, I ran into Christina at the Meat Market. She wanted show me a thing. It turned out to be this snowman. She had taken a sexdoll apart and put the animations and the scripts in it.
We tried it in turns: Christina, I, Candy and some horny guy whose attention we grabbed. The thing will be around here for a few more days I guess.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Barbara

I ran into Barbara the other day, she is new to modelling and porn in Second Life and asked me for advice.

She asked me a bit about her looks. I had only one comment, but I suppose I could give some general advice. I never like it when people just conform to some general 'ideal', so you can guess what my advice was: stay true to yourself and work on the image you are trying to create.

I think she was already aware of that. Barbara seemed to know very well in what direction she wanted to go. So in the end we just made a few photo's. If you are interested to see her own stream on Flickr, here it is: https://www.flickr.com/photos/141263633@N03/

Let's see what Barbara will do in the coming time in the industry. I look forward to doing a shoot with her some day.

On the regulation of prostitution in The Netherlands

It was busy on the street this morning but there were few clients, so in the end it was just me and Mel, talking politics. I tried to explain her in brief the odd way in which prostitution is regulated in The Netherlands, by politicans who choose to actively enhance stigma and local administrators who still prefer to criminalise:
(meanwhile some man walked in, I ignored him)

 Tsai Cheng: They legalised it in holland but it s still being criminalised
 Tsai Cheng: and politics actively contributes to stigma.
 Tsai Cheng: Moral inconsistencies in people are tremendous.
 Melanie Tuxing: They arrest prostitutes in Holland?
 Tsai Cheng: Well not as such.
 Melanie Tuxing: Hi [name edited out]. Looking for a girl?
 Tsai Cheng: it s regulated to such a degree you can t get a licence to operate as independent prostitute
 Tsai Cheng: so most are deemed 'illegal'
 Melanie Tuxing: Is that a political decision - or the decision of hte police?
 Tsai Cheng: Local governments are the ones who should give out licenses but they can choose not to or have a restricted number.
 Tsai Cheng: It's politics,
 Tsai Cheng: Christian moralistic views imposed on the people.
 Melanie Tuxing: Nods.
 Tsai Cheng: Because you can't get a license you'll be dependent on the operators who have licenses.
 Tsai Cheng: Who are the same that were legalised in 2000.
 Melanie Tuxing: The pimps?
 Tsai Cheng: So, next politics says there s 'criminal types' involved.
 Tsai Cheng: and girls are 'being exploited'
 Melanie Tuxing: Smile.
 Tsai Cheng: For their convenience they don t mention that they re facilitating exploitation by not offering them an alternative.
 Tsai Cheng: Girls who work on their own without license are kicked from their houses when they work at home.
 Tsai Cheng: That's what i mean with 'Legal but criminalised.'
 Melanie Tuxing: Ah.
 Tsai Cheng: You can't work in it without active government suppression.
 Tsai Cheng: And our current administration has 2 Christian parties in it.
 Tsai Cheng: Guess what they want...
 Tsai Cheng: Yeah, working here got me to read up a bit.
 Tsai Cheng: I may just write this down.
 Tsai Cheng: Actually I think I should.
 Tsai Cheng: It's kind of weird I think.
 Melanie Tuxing: A basic instinct of people with power is to control the sexuality of others.
 Tsai Cheng: To call something legal, but put so much police and restrictive government effort on it.
 Tsai Cheng: Yes.
 Melanie Tuxing: If you control their sexuality, you control them.
 

Working on the balcony door

A while ago I bought this cute little balcony at the Cosmopolitan Fair. I had a door added to it, so it could actually be reached from my bedroom, but I never really gave that door a proper look yet. It was about time to finish it.
Even Whotter liked the result. Yeah!
 

I banned one of the girls

There's a big sign at street whores. It's about 5m high and it's clearly visible in the busiest part of the neighbourhood. It contains the rules and rule nr. 1 is: "Do not send unsollicited IMs to the clients." It doesn't get much eaiser to read. Unless maybe someone attaches this sign to a stick and starts hitting us with it.

Still, there have been numerous girls throughout the years I work here now that try to get ahead of the others by sending IM's to the men. I've explained before, to them, but also in this blog, how it harms places and why we need to get rid of this sort of behaviour. Apart from this, it is anti-social and it kills the social interaction amongst the people present in the street.

We've been pretty busy seeking out the girls who break this rule the past 2 months and we've warned about 15 of them so far. So far I didn't have to ban one of them. Until the other day.

One of the girls was warned twice already. Once before we started to make a list of them, so we had that count omitted (we only warn once, next time they are caught they can be banned). I sent her a default notecard, simply stating that for repeatedly breaking the basic rules of the place she was hereby banned. I still felt kind of bad about it myself, I do have a feel of solidarity with my colleagues.
The response she gave me was quite vicious. For privacy purposes, I won't quote her , but she said that she would normally want to know who turned her in, but she didn't care as she had an alt on the sim already and she would just go on.

This confirmed to me that I did the right thing. Of course I am not going to tell her who informs us. That makes catching those alts a lot harder. SL is just full of anti-social people who don't care about the place they use for their gain or their co-workers. Kind of looks like RL, doesn't it?

Whotter walked around the entire block

"There you are!"
"You walked the entire block?"

Whotter nods

"You're too small for hiring whores, little fellow"
"Fish it is"
"Fish and chips."

Pro Tip 6: Meli: Keep notes of what each client likes

Meli is one of the popular girls at Street Whores. She hasn't been around as long as Mel, with whom she is always bickering, or me, but she's good at hooking up guys. Her sexy dresses and her looks will help there as well.

Meli's Pro Tip:

 Meli: "Keep notes of what each guy likes"

Her tip points to an obvious truth: if you're a sex worker and you meet many clients, you need to have some sort of administration. Just your memory will not be good enough to remember all of your clients, their likes, their dislikes etc. Also it's better to make each one of them feel welcome. Giving them the feel they are remembered, if at least a little, adds to their self-esteem, their lust and their feel that you are a girl they want to come back to.

Are fish evil?

Mel upset Whotter this morning. She saw him with fish and chips and at first she wondered whether he was British.

Melanie Tuxing: What on earth is Whotter eating?
Tsai Cheng: Fish and chips
Tsai Cheng: Since Rachael fed it to him he has nothing else
Melanie Tuxing: He's very British
Tsai Cheng: Is it still popular?
Melanie Tuxing: Have you ever offered him a cup of tea?
Melanie Tuxing: Some tea, Whotter?
Tsai Cheng: Not yet. I won't be surprised
Melanie Tuxing smiles
Whotter: Tea?
Tsai Cheng: Geez. He just repeats the word at first try
Whotter: Tea!
Tsai Cheng: This is no good
Melanie Tuxing: Yes, Whotter - tea!
Tsai Cheng: The strange thing is: his dad is an American furry
Melanie Tuxing: Does he carry a gun?
Whotter shakes his head
Melanie Tuxing: Good
Tsai Cheng: No, unless he hides it in the fish and chips
Melanie Tuxing: Oh, fish and chips are very bad for guns
Melanie Tuxing: Well, fish are very bad for you
Whotter looks at her with big eyes
Melanie Tuxing: Fish are evil, Whotter
Whotter roars
Melanie Tuxing: A large voice for a tiny chap
 

Photoshoot with Archangel Skytower

This morning I was talking with colleagues Mel and Meli in the streets when I got a call by Archangel Skytower. If I was available for a photoshoot. I hadn't done a shoot in a while, so this was very welcome for me. I put on the coffee machine in RL and I teleported over to Archangel.

Archangel uses the Anypose system, as I have seen with a number of photographers lately. It's interesting as it enables models to take ... well ... any pose that the Second Life avatar mesh allows for. This contrary to the fixed poses we have to buy at shops and Marketplace.
He found us a very nice scenic little tower with a Victorian tea decor. I liked that. So well, I took off my clothes and planted my naked butt on an old chair. Time for a weekend photoshoot!

Greed and consumption

I went to the fashion event and it struck me how much I was under the spell of greed: the need for new things that I may not need at all.

Of course the Cosmopolitan event, that has been going on for 6 rounds now, is nice and there are many things built for it that are truely beautiful pieces of SL Fashion. But really, with my wardrobe, do I need all those new clothes? Even if I decide to get some clothing, do I need the fatpack because I like 3 out of the 12 colours? Can't I just decide between the 3 colours which one I want most? Like, the pink thing I am wearing in those pictures, that replaces an old favourite of mine and I really use it now. But all the other stuff I bought? What was that again?

It all just goes against one of the basic things we try to teach our children, that we can't have all of it. But yet, we fall for what we call childish behaviour in them.

Poor us.

No whores no fish

I was walking my circles on the street to stay warm early morning while waiting for a client, when I noticed that Whotter had logged on. He wasn't anywhere near though on my radar, so that got me a bit worried. I sent him a teleport request.

(radar): Whotter entered chat range.
Whotter? Where were you?

Whotter staid still

You know i don't like it when you go off the sim without my permission.
Whotter roars softly
I don't want you to get into trouble. Or someone keep you as his pet, or in some zoo
Fish!
You have fish. Fish and chips, bought from my hard-earned money.
Whore!

I sighed. This was going nowhere.

It pays the bills honey. No whore, no fish!

Anzhela Karsin

I ran into Anzhela Karsin, the owner of Angel Rock. She's as beautiful as the items she makes. If you don't know her work yet, Angel Rock has some of the most beautiful black skins and shapes on the market and lots of accessoiries as nails and eyelashes etc too. I wear her eyelashes and nails for quite some time already now:

marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/76460

Inworld her store can be found at:
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Costa%20Verde/115284/338632/26

 It's no coincidence I met her. Anzhela is a friend of Rachael Ezvalt's, one of the owners of Street Whores. Rachael recently joined a new club, the Bunny Club, that Anzhela had started. It's a 1960's themed bunny club. I guess the death of Playboy founder Hugh Hefner left it's marks on Second Life as well.

You can guess who is now also an employee of the Bunny Club:

Whoring on a saturday morning

What can I say? I am standing here, on a saturday morning. It's still dark and chilly outside. There's no one around here now, yes, there are the AFK girls a bit further down the block, but I am not counting them. Still, this can be a good moment. Men come home from bars, or they had a few drinks and it's getting late in the US. They may be horny but yet unsatisfied. Taking an early shift back here is a good option then. I am all fit and ready to take them on.

There's a man who walks in, he's across the block but he must have spotted me on minimap because he sends me an IM:

  "Hi there. Rates?"
  "Hello! 1000L for 30 minutes."
  "Thank you."

And that was it. He never says another word.

A furry girl with a trilby hat walks by. She's cute, with her wagging bento tail and purple hair but I do have to go to the bathroom urgently, so I excuse myself. When I come back she's gone to Zombie Central already*. So I follow her there. At least one person is talking.

* I am not sure if I mentioned it before, but I refer here to the usual spot where all the AFK whores go hang out and which can be pretty anti-social.

Whotter learnt a new word

Whotter learnt a new word today. I am not perfectly sure about it, since he only said it once so far, but this is how it went:

Whotter: fish!
Blixa: Yes, eat your fish Whotter. And the chips too.
Whotter: Chips!
Tsai: Hey, that's a new word for him. Say: "Chips"
 
Blixa looks at Whotter and smiles.

Whotter: Whore!Tsai: Hhmm not sure he really learned that one.

Fish and Chips at Street Whores

Whotter has been busy lately. There have been coming a lot of noises from under the stairs where he had collected heaps of wood. He roared ferociously whenever I got close, so I just thought to just let him be on his own at it. After all, we decided that downstairs was his room.

The other day though he appeared next to me at the Meat Market with a small hut. There were some signs attached: "Fish and Chips". So, my little son, who still speaks only about 4 or 5 words has a lot more going for him than is shown at the surface. He's quite the little entrepreneur!

Well ... That's what it looked like. He did sort of manage to make fish and chips, for the sales of his little cart I better not say how, but it became pretty clear he was always going to eat most of his goods himself. When Violet and I gathered around the cart, we did get our portion, but Whotter ... he might have taken 2 or 3 fishes for every single one we got.

The Autumn Swirl party - a few pictures

I made a couple of pictures during the Autumn Swirl party last sunday October first. I will blog them here to give an impression. We all had lots of fun. It had been a while since the previous Street Whores Party. The next one might be for Halloween!

DJ Suzi usually spins the first set at the parties. She treated us to a track of her own this time. Like DJ Rachael she has been trying to make some techno lately.

Suzi usually carries a condom in her hand. Well-prepared!

We had a nice and pretty crowd at the party. Some of the dresses weren't even that short and they even did swirl. I have to be honest and admit I was one of the least appropriately dressed ones. Also, yes we do have a decidated dance floor, but since it used to crash me I derender it for parties.

The second hour DJ Rach usually spins. Somewhere before the end of her set the winners of the 'Best in Theme' contest are announced. I forgot who won. It wasn't me!

Autumn Swirl party at sunday 1 October 1PM

Sunday 1 October 1PM there'll be another party at Street Whores. The theme will be 'Autumn Swirl'. As usual there'll be prizes for the best in theme. DJ's Suzi and Rachael will run the sets. Parties usually last little over 2 hours here.

So, what should we dress in for the party? Preferably something that's not too heavy and warm, autumn has just started over all. And this is Second Life, we have to show off some skin. Certainly in my profession ...

Dances with whores

My friend Violet likes to dance. A lot. Where others may hang out, leand against a wall or a street lantern, often she can be seen dancing in the streets. The other morning when I walked into my work spot near the Meat Market she asked me:
  - Want to get wild and dance?

While I am often not much of a dancer, not in the streets, the answer to that was "Yes". It was time for something else. While we danced I noticed Steph, who isn't present much recently, was here and she came over to have a look at us.

When Steph left a new girl came in. She was 'just exploring' she said. Xeja soon joined in and we were dancing with 3. She was looking for a job, she mentioned, a thing I hadn't heard in SL for a while. Usually that sounds like a newbee, maybe there aren't as many real newbees around anymore and the new avatars are all just oldtimers trying something else.

Of course you can't dance in the square or do anything without Whotter coming to look you up. Well, in my case of course, having to take care of the little bugger, that is. Initially he was just looking at us, but as soon as Violet spotted him and mentioned the F-word he got started:
  - Fish?

A diary entry

Dear diary,

I was sitting at my desk this morning about to go AFK when I got this IM. It was someone who hadn't contacted me for a while, so out of politeness I sent him a message:
- I need do a few things now, so I'll be afk for a minute or 20 I think.
When I came back there were several lines of response from the other person. For the sake of privacy I won't give his name, it went like this:
- Go fuck yourself.
- For all I care.
etc.
When I asked him where that response came from he rambled on. He hated me basically, he told me, 'for always being a cunt' to him and for 'psychologically torturing' him. I looked up the notes I made in his profile and saw the first one, from 2 years ago, mentioning that he was 'a useless chatup'. That told me enough: one of the guys who adds me to contact list and then IM's me every now and then.

Fine. Most of them are boring of course and if we have nothing in common and they're never hiring me the conversations do indeed go nowhere. Too bad.
So I muted the man, after removing him from 'friend list' and that was it.

At my leg, I felt something wet and sticky. Whotter. With a newspaper filled with fish and chips in his hand. Who on earth had given that fat stuff to him? Geez, it's hard to raise a kid amongst those irresponsible women. Grr. Oh well, what do you want Whotter?
- Oh it's time to go out into the streets. Mommy has to work to buy you more fish and chips when this is finished?
Allright...

End of this entry

A typical morning in the streets

I wanted to show what a shift of a street prostitute in Second Life looks like. It serves to show it's neither glamourous, nor sexy. It's not dirty either. Most of our dealings are pretty casual. That certainly goes for the more experienced girls, who just go about their daily business and have little things they need to ask their colleagues for.

Walking past the peep show and some other relics on my way to the square where the 'statues' are. I start work there today.

It typically starts with me walking out the front door (dressed up in work gear of course) and walking to my corner for the morning. I could call it night, as it will be night for Americans and I occasionally say I 'work the night shift', but for me it's mostly morning, I drink coffee as I go along etc.
The walk gets me past the Meat Market, where I won't stop this time. I pass the new peep show, that mostly seems to function as a decoration piece and walk on to the place that is typicall the busiest. To make sure there's actually contact between some of the veterans and the managers of our neighbourhood and the girls who mostly stand at the 'zombie' or 'statue' corner we decided we should spend some time there again too. It will serve to improve Street Whores as a whole.

At the 'statues'place I talk with Gancao, who is not a statue but one of the 'good' girls.

Arriving at 'zombie central' I get a confrontation with prejudice: the girls present, who are with few, this seems a quiet morning, simply greet me back. After only a few minutes of hanging around I get company: my friend Gancao, whom I haven't seen in maybe 2 months or more, joins me for a chat.
We talk about a number of things, mutual friends, customers we both had, Whotter's dad, who did both of us, and Gancao's tendency to put on weight if she doesn't watch her eating habits.
At some point there is a man, nicely dressed, who chats us up and then leaves again after a while. The same happens with an elderly man, short, grey hair and a moustache, who comes to our place now regularly. I take Gancao apart and explain he never hires girls for sex, but he does go with them every now and then, for any other kind of attention he may need.

A chat with Christina while we work the streets of Second Life.

After a while Gancao leaves, to her new rental at Street Whores, right next door to the 'zombie square', which turns out not too bad at all this morning, and I go on to talk with another colleague. We can amuse ourselves pretty well while business is slow.
Christina mentions she is not so happy with business the past few weeks and she hopes, now the summer is over and people are back from vacations, it will pick up soon. I just nod, I have the same experience now.
After a while I greet her and I walk on myself, down the road, past the redlight windows and back to my home. This shift is over. No client, too bad.

Sitting in the hot tub

My boss was giving me instructions. He crashed. Now I am just sitting in the hot tub enjoying myself.

There's a deadline, for 15 November, so there will be plenty of time for me, either to do a shoot, as model, or write a column for the magazine. Meanwhile ... keeping the boss happy is important.

Shopping at the Cosmopolitan event

I got a notecard for the ongoing Cosmopolitan event in Second Life, for round 3 of 6. The first round I especially walked about a few times. It had lots of gifts. Round 2 and 3 have only 2 gifts so far. For me that also means I spend less time in the event building and yes ... I buy less too. Well... that saves me Linden Dollars right?

Meanwhile, back home, Whotter, who hates the word 'shopping' alone, got attention from my friend Violet, who fed him fish. Violet also had her friend / slavegirl over who danced with her. When I got back home I saw Whotter staring at her. He probably thought her a bit weird...

The peep show

The other day I walked around and saw a new building. Apparently one of the girls had started a new business: a peep show. A friendly punter had donated the building she said.

The building looked like a bit of an old-fashioned SL thing. I sort of liked it. I asked the girl to 'clean up' when she was done with her man though.
Whotter was fascinated by the thing and ran towards it. Somehow the little bugger had managed to get a hold of my wallet once again, as was shown by him possessing the coins required to 'take a peek' (or do we say: 'peep'?)

Anyways, before he got to see too much (and spent too much of my cash) I cut his little adventure short.
This morning I was surprised to see the new peep show still standing. Maybe other people besides it's owner and Whotter liked it too ...

All alone at the Meat Market

Summer is especially slow this year. I seem to spend much of my time hooking on my own at the Meat Market. Of course there are others who walk in from time to time and I frequently have company, but still it feels lonely.

It's waiting till the vacation season is over. Until then it's patience, patience, patience and grabbing that one opportunity that comes. The few men who aren't out there with the wife and kids, the ones who are back already, or the occasional return business: a happy guy who remembers me and comes back for another 15 to 60 minutes of entertainment.

Summer is slow.

Pro Tip 5: Titzy: have a consistent look

Every week there are one or more new girls who work the streets here. Some of them are newcomers, some are seasoned professionals. You don't always see that when you have just run into them. A little chat usually tells it.
Titzy could have been either when I met her, a lot of detail to her avatar revealed that she knew SL well, but it didn't tell me whether she was new to whoring. We were alone in the Meat Market for quite a while. After she clicked my boobies (they give out my rates and a link to this blog) we ended up chatting.
She has been whoring in SL for 8 years now, one year more than me and she has pretty much seen it all. New to this place, she wondered whether the men here would like a girl that is both top and bottom-heavy. "They help balance my ginormious ass, " she told me about her boobs. I assured her that there will be plenty men who like large breasts and with the services she offers, there'll most likely be business.

Titzy's Pro Tip

Titzy has a good tip for all of us, as we were talking about our shapes and skins, meshes etc. we both agreed that changing looks too drastically is bad for business. She said:

"I update mine, I do not make major changes to my look as a rule. It helps with the business a LOT to have a consistant look. Guys want to hire a person... Not a shapeshifting thing."

All Pro Tips

Street Whores Summer Party

We had a summer party down at Street Whores this sunday. It had been a while since the last monthly party. (You could say that they haven't been as 'monthly'the past few months)

It was great fun, not only did I find a tool that enabled Whotter to dance along with the 'big avatars', a thing I have been wanting for years, but also did my friend STephanie show up again. She had been away for weeks now. A week ago or so I had already understood that she was very busy with her company in RL, so I wasn't too worried anymore, but it was good to see her in-world again.

There were prizes for the three girls that were best in theme. The black girl that is left of Whotter in the photo (I forgot her name, it was too long and complicated for me) won first prize. There's a sort of policy that the managers of the area and previous winners aren't always eligible for the competition. It makes it more fun for the newcomers.

At the end, one of the girls decided to leave the scene by helicopter, which was kind of weird, but that's what SL is for, right?

The August slump

August is once again a slow month for us hookers. I was debating it the other day with my colleagues Meli, Elvira and the girl who's now hiding in the picture behind Elvira. Men are on vacation, with their families. All we can hope for is that they will soon return extra horny, due to lack of privacy thanks to the kids in their hotel room, or the wife (or them) not daring to have sex in the tent.

I still have my fair share of clients and Elvira's nickname is 'The vacuum cleaner' still, but it is hard work at the moment.

Whotter's new room

I helped my son Whotter to redecorate the downstairs area that is now his room. I got him a nice seashell and a bunch of sand. He seemed very happy with it, immediately making use of the bath to frolick around in.

It didn't take long before he was angry with me though. While I was still busy on the room, a fellow blogger contacted me and I asked him if he would like to sea the new seashell bath that I had just bought for my son.The water was nice and warm and since it was inside he wouldn't have to bring his swimtrunks.

I thought that this was safe, as Whotter had left the room, but when I heard some growling sound I realised that he had just been looking at us from a small distance. now I fear he will try to take revenge on me for 'polluting' his new bath.

Flamenco at the Meat Market

I was talking with Anya, when Bojana appeared in this long dress (everything that goes below the knees is kind of unusual at Street Whores), a flamenco dress, she started dance as soon as she saw us. She mentioned she got the dress at some fair, but of course I had already used the 'inspect' option in the viewer to see who made her pretty dress: AlaFolie.

I thought I heard that name before, maybe from a Spanish friend, but I wasn't too sure. We went to visit the shop to get more flamenco dresses. At first I wanted to get the same as Bo, but Anya had already picked one in her favourite colour, blue. So I opted for the gold one.

Next all that we needed was a flamenco animation. After much struggling with poseballs I still didn't get the animation synchronised, but we didn't care anymore. Bojana gave us a YouTube-link for the flamenco music and we were off to dance at the Meat Market.

Whoring at 12.18PM

It all starts like any normal day, with coffee and a cigarette. There are no other street girls present at the Meat Market, as Rachael's new part of the large square is called, so after about 15 minutes I proceed towards Robot Row (this is the imaginative name a colleague of mine came up with for the busy part of town where no one talks). No one says 'hello' there to me, so I walk on.
Around the corner, through the narrow street with all the window girls towards the smaller square, where I find Blixa Csak. She's not AFK, so I start a little chat with her.

If you're an avid reader of this blog, you know the chats by now: about the weather, the girls who say nothing, the men who stand AFK of can't type because they need both hands to jerk behind the keyboard. That sort of stuff. Meanwhile I drink my coffee. It prevents me from getting a headache in the morning. No one wants a hooker with a headache, right?
To be honest, headaches can be cured with sex as well, it works. Trust me.

Then Whotter manages to find the street corner where his mommy works this morning and he starts to bother me and Blixa. Somehow the concentration of three avatars does it though, as soon two more hookers appear, accompanied by a punter who turns out to be broke. In a private message he promises me that he will save up some money for a blowjob. I kind of like that.
In the end all of my colleagues leave the scene, accompanied by Whotter, who has now eaten all of the fish and thinks they will give him more if he just tails them. Poor girls. When they are all gone I am left on my own and you'd think this slow day is going nowhere.
Not really, a regular of mine walks around the street corner. When I look over my shoulder, walking to my apartment, I notice his horny eyes focused on my butt, happily wiggling at every step. You've got to love sex for money, or money for sex for that matter ...

Photo by Tammy Jones

A few days ago I had a photoshoot with Tammy Jones, who made this wonderful photo of me:

Thanks to Tammy for the opportunity! You can find her photostream on Flickr here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/124844755@N02/

No easy money in the streets

Some days are just harder work than others.

While at some days it seems to rain punters and the money falls from the sky, at others the job seems hopeless. There is simply nothing happening and the few men you get to see are tyre kickers, chatups and otherwise useless folks.
Then there are those days when things are possible, but you have to work hard for it. You have to push and pull, entice every last one of them to squeeze out that next blowjob, those few Linden Dollars.
Today seems like one of these days. Things may happen, but it's not going to be easy. All the men are hard work. There's no easy money in the streets.