Photoshoot with Graham Collinson - 2

It was time to see an old friend again: 3,5 years ago I did a photoshoot with Graham Collinson. I think after that he did make a few photos of me, but certainly not the past 2 years.

Have a look at the photo's and let's hope for all of us the next photoshoot doesn't take as long to materialise.

Housekeeping

In my previous post I mentioned the renter of the shop below my house, who used the billboard of his shop to plaster over my window. I figured that, given his reaction to my simple question, he'd come back the next day with some new exploit.

That turned out to be the case: this time he actually turned out to be capable to put the billboard on it's correct location, but he had just decided to extend the back wall to his shop, blocking the path to my front door.
For some people warnings are useless, so this time I banned him from Street Whores and returned the entire contents of his shop.

But my housekeeping issues were minor compared to my friend Stephanie's. I could simply solve them by returning items, she had her items returned by a sim management that had misread it's instructions by the landlord: Fanci Deep was going to remodel and 3 of the 4 sims would not be solely dedicated to mermaids anymore. Much of Stephanie's items were returned. She worked hard, all sunday and part of monday (the day I am writing this) even, to repair most of the damage.

When I visited her again, later that day, she had progressed greatly. She's a fast builder for sure... It no longer looked like the site of a World War 2 air raid, but again like a sunken Atlantis on the floor of ... Blake Sea? Well.. It is in the Blake Sea area.

Meanwhile, I received news that one of the Street Whores' owners had allowed herself to be manipulated by the abusive renter, who had (predictably) sent a notecard behind my back, into lifting his ban, putting 'the issue up for debate'. My friend, one of the other owners just shook her head at action and sent a 'compromise' to the management group. We'll see. No infighting in our team over an asshat. I blocked him for now.

Asshole of a shopkeeper

For the record: this has nothing to do with ADN Designs. I have no issues with them, this person is just a reseller.

I had another shopkeeper renting the space below my house paste his sign onto my balcony. Usually they just move it down to the perimeter of their own shop, in line with what Sabrina, Wanda, Kat Style and all decent shopkeepers in the square do. This one started to argue and put the thing in front of my whole house.

I ejected him. He has to learn to behave.

I also put the neon sign with my name on the balcony. I prefer it where it was, but apparently it's needed to make clear what is part of your rental and what's part of the other's.

Meat market or fish market?

Whotter went out on the streets again selling his fish, or at least he made it look like that, while I sat in my window and saw the same useless punks walk by that I run into every day. But not for long:

Meat Market or Fish Martket?

While selling sex at the Meat Market seems to be a no-brainer, or even a bit corny of a suggestion, there wasn't much need for paid sex obviously. Maybe the occasional wanking while watching the girls present, but no buying.
So it was time to get the Chinese food stand out again and start selling some actual meat! I setup the thing next to Whotter and soon enough it became clear how Whotter's business practices had evolved: every customer was greeted with a soft roar as my little son defended his fish and chips, making sure he could eat everything himself.

A piece of meat

A well-known platitude about sex workers is that we 'just allow ourselves to be used as a piece of meat'. This is rather ridiculous of course, denying our own agency and possibilities to say 'yes' or 'no' to others, but in Second Life 'A piece of meat' sometimes gets a much different, very literal meaning.

I have this lovely client who doesn't only likes to play with me, but also eats me afterwards at some occasions. The nice thing about a virtual world is that you can just play out these fantasies again and again. Usually we go to the Town of Stepford for this, a rustic looking town that could have come straight out of a Stephen King novel. I think that says enough...

And then suddenly Playtime got busy

I had a chat with Rachael, who as you may remember, is one of the owners at Street Whores. Playtime has not been in use much lately and I told her I considered letting go of it. Since the shop next to the window brothel is empty, that would leave quite a gap in the shopping area known as 'The Meatmarket'.

Rachael was so kind to send out a notice. She was out in the streets with Bojana and both of them went to sit in the windows at my little window brothel. I followed them and soon two other girls joined in.
Of course, we were followed by Whotter, who went into one of the rooms and started to jump on the bed. You can't have everything go smoothly...

The early bird catches the fish

The early bird catches the fish!

Or that is what Whotter must have thought, as I found his fish and chips hut standing there when I walked out into the streets. This is why I couldn't find him for breakfast: he was already out there eating his own merchandise!