The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    It is rude to haggle with your sex worker

    Perhaps I am overly sensitive on this issue, because my third wife, the hooker, said that whenever an American Bar Association or Trial Lawyers Convention was in San Fran, the local sex workers knew that they were in for an unusal amount of price negotiation.

     

    Now, I should not have to point out that renting sex is a very personal transaction, on both sides, as it were.

     

    Hence, it is plain bad manners to convey the following message:

     

    "That is a perfectly nice hundred dollar pussy but it is not a nice three hundred dollar pussy."

     

    Tips for sex tourists: Pay what is asked, or step off.  You are not shopping for a carpet.

     

    I'm sure you know what I'm driving at here, but unless you missed the Secret Service brouhaha, you can see how they would have profited from taking my advice.

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    The disagreement over her price — he offered $30 for services she thought they had agreed were worth more than 25 times that — set off a tense early morning quarrel in the hallway of the luxury hotel involving the woman, another prostitute, Colombian police officers arguing on the women’s behalf and American federal agents who tried but failed to keep the matter from escalating.


    I think someone's made a currency conversion error (you're not the only one to post the 25 times statement). I've heard $47 was what the prostitute asked for, which I find much more believable than $750, which is 25 x $30.


    Sorry. Forgot the quotation marks, that's a straight lift from the linked story.

     

    Your numbers make it extra special primo egregious rudeness...


    For what it's worth (because I love a good numbers mystery), I've tracked the dollar value down to approximately 80,000 Colombian pesos, and the symbol the Colombians use for their pesos is what we call the dollar sign. Furthermore, presumably because the numbers are so large, it seems that values can be abbreviated* by dropping the last two zeros, so the sex worker in question is being called the $800 Dania. 80,000 Colombian pesos is currently a little over 45 US dollars.

    *I'm inferring the abbreviation bit, so it could be wrong. Perhaps Wolfrum or someone more knowledgeable could confirm or deny this "fact". I can find no actual refernce to support this hypothesis, so take it with a huge grain of salt.


    Bearing in mind that Shakira is Columbian, this appears to be a country where your sex entertainment dollar stretches virtually beyond the horizon.

    How's the murder rate these days?  This could be a case where the benefits outweigh the risks...


    In Colombia, the 2011 murder (AKA "intentional homicide") rate was 33 per 100,000. By comparison, in New York City the homicide rate (I'm assuming "intentional" is implied) was 6.3 per 100,000 in 2008. But hey, there's 99,967 people (per 100,000) every year that aren't murdered in Colombia…

    For what it's worth, I spent a week in Bogotá in the early '80s, and I managed to escape unscathed. (And no, I didn't get any drugs or prostitutes while I was there - I was only 11 or 12! I was, however, old enough to be impressed that many of the women at our local pool didn't wear tops…)


    There you go.  The benefits outweigh the risks...


    Well according to MSNBC (an my terrble memory) now it appears $400.00 is the center of the dispute.

    hahahaha

    I am reading Blackwater by Jeremy Schahill.

    And a movie called Harsh Times

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harsh_Times

    I am caught somewhere between PC and Louie CK, here.

    Never argue over a hooker's pay.

    I mean that is the only PC argument I can come up with.

    otherwise, hahahahahahahahahahahaha


    Well, if you want to go where PC never shows up, Charlie Sheen had an interesting deconstruction of the community property by the hour business model

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    "I'm not paying her for sex.  I'm paying her to leave"


    Lincoln's bodyguard, Officer Parker, was reported to have been in a nearby tavern when Abe was assassinated by J. Wilkes Booth at the Ford Theater. JFK's SS detail was in a bar/strip club the day before he was dispatched in Dallas.

    Since the Secret Service has such a long record of late night partying, drinking and carousing, maybe they should put this stuff about boos, bars, hookers and proper prostitute payment protocol in their personnel manual?


    Well, sure JFK's detail was in a strip club...they have to go where ever the president goes, don't they?


    Wherever they are, when the shooting starts they look after themselves...we've lost more Presidents to assassins than Secret Service agents.


    Now wait, I'm sure I remember a Clint Eastwood movie about how when they don't take the bullet, they get post traumatic stressful repeat visions of dead presidents...oh wait, never mind, that's dreams of money.


    Clint Eastwood would last about 1/2 day in the Secret Service. Anyway, it was a movie, and like Inglorious Basterds or Terminator, Judgment Day, movies and the real world are not the same things.


    JFK WAS IN A STIP CLUB?

    Okay, I am voting for Nixon!

    the end

     


    Was it not JFK who said "What's the point of being president if you can't fuck Marilyn Monroe...?" (more or less summing up 6500 years of civilization, rather succinctly, if I may say so.)


    Okay, I hereby nominate Jolly (what the hell kind of name is that anyway?) for the most blasphemist line of the year, given to all of Jolly (again, what in the hell is that?) from all of me. 

    hahahahahahahaah

    JFK is a saint.

    And what the hell are you?

    JOLLY?

    I forget where I was going with this; but something is happening here and I do not know where it is.

    WHAT?

    I get so confused sometimes!

    Besides, everyone knows that it was Sophia who really struck a chord---so to speak

    Sophia Loren


    is that why they call it tumblr?


    JFK is a saint.

    ​Why sure and so he is...and it was after shakin his sainted hand, I was, not thinkin' at the time of Marilyn Monroe and her lady parts, but just gloryin in the saintliness of it all, I was.


    If you cared about humanity at all you would at least comment on my last blog.

    the end

    hahahahahahahaha