Getting close to desperate for money, I did something I haven’t done in a long while: Placed an ad for vanilla escorting in the classified section of the local review board and set up an incall at a hotel downtown for three nights.

After three days of bad, weekend TV, spending money to eat out (I might have missed the chance for a call if I’d gone home), and fielding lots of flaky, cheap, rude, or scary calls (one guy called after 11 one night telling me he had decided to “pull the trigger”), I dumped a whooping $400 into my bank account Monday morning. I’d been hoping to get at least five tricks, possibly seven, so I could pay the...

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