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Corporate bytches!!!
Sometimes, I just have to laugh. I tell you, we ain't your daddy's whores. We're modern providers, companions, escorts, courtesans, professionals.
Most of us aren't matching up with the old stereotypes that still dominate the media and society.
Hey baby, we got a whole new paradigm right here. Can you smell it? Smells like Prada.
We are educated, smart, savvy, political, aware. We got the mad business and marketing skillzorz going on. We build websites. We code. We hire nannies. We gotz PDAs, assistants, stress.
Oh yeah, we also LOVE our sex. We come with our clients. We kiss 'em. We get personal. Ask a girl 20 years ago to do that, and see how fast she kicks your ass.
We run our own little corporations, and we're the boss, the employee, the marketing manager, public relations, and human resources, all rolled into one well-dressed, stressed-out, super-hooker.
But hey now, sometimes we take our business magic a little too far. I mean, how corporate can we get?
We screw each other over in the name of money, charging each other for references or referrals. C'mon honey, I scratch your silicon boobies, you scratch mine. Taking money from each other, for things we ought to do out of some kind of sisterhood... sisterhood? That word familiar? Look it up.
Besides, sisterhood is better marketing than you'd think. Because the girls who make friends, well, those friends tell their male friends. When my clients take a trip beyond my city, they ask for suggestions. I mention my friends. And my friends, by the way, don't try to milk me for cash.
The real escort marketing gurus, sister, know that a good reputation behind the scenes is just as important, if not moreso, than a good rep with your clients. Clients come and go, darling. But your girlfriend has your back.
Now I hear about "outsourcing." Seriously. Like if hooker number one goes on vacation, or becomes ill, hooker number two inquires as to who she's outsourcing her clients to. Is that a new requirement? Jayzus.
Outsourcing your pussy isn't healthy. Besides, how do you know that the outsourced pussy will meet the same safety standards? Who knows what you could be importing. LOL
I'm all in favor of business-savvy women, but are we moving in a frighteningly sterile, cold and impersonal direction?
Look, I can understand Halliburton and KBR being all about the money, to the point that they screw over their own people. These people are vermin. Corporations these days sell out their own country in the name greed.
But milking your girlfriends for cash? Is it possible to have an industry that also has a heart? Because if this business loses what little heart it had to start with, things are going to get ugly.
How long before we're hearing corporate babblespeak like:
generate cross-media infomediaries
incubate proactive interfaces
recontextualize ubiquitous infrastructures
synthesize intuitive markets
You get the idea. The infusion of corporate doublespeak into the methodologies of escorting communities is clearly a sea-change that will potentially drive market share away from it's instigators... and towards those of us who actually remember how to speak english and be nice to each other.
 
who's da bytch? its all you
yeah its true i use my blog to whine sometimes. or just to bytch about stuff.
but ya know, in real life, i like this job.
i like the guys. really i do. their fun and nice and pay my bills too. thats a good job.
i like the other girls. their nice and understand and look out for me and i look out for them too.
i like making money being my own boss.
but sometimes i just hafta say something. so what am i bytching about today?
bitches like you. you know who you are. but in case ya arent sure i'll try to fill ya in.
you keep getting banned from this site and that site, or blacklisted or whatever.
and the stupid part is that you keep blaming everyone else, like theyre all assholes and out to get you, and you havent done anything wrong. theyre just prejudiced against you, or biased or whatever nonsense youve come up with to defend your poor innocent self.
but isnt it weird how hardly anyone else has this problem? isnt it weird how other girls can do business in those places for years and years, and not you?
go ahead, keep blaming everyone else, but its all you. no matter where you go, what you do, bad stuff keeps happening to you. cuz of what you do. cuz of how you treat others. cuz of the way you do business. whatever. its you.
oh ya, and while yer bitchin about drama, and how all the others are all about drama and backstabbing and all that. its you. its all you.
so you bring yer drama out in public, in blogs, on boards. ya say you hate drama but you keep talkin about it in public. case ya didnt know, thats drama too.
when your life is greed, jealousy, anger, hatred, tryin to get one up on everybody, tryin to put one over on everybody, tryin to take without giving, well, thats what you get back.
pity. maybe theres a nice person down inside you just trying to get out, past all that pain and wounded unhappiness. i'd like to like you i really would.
The problem with younger men
I agreed to see him, even though he was not yet 30. He said he was a little nervous, and had a couple beers before I got there. Well, guess what happened next?
Room $80
Companion $250
Finding out that alcohol really is a depressant
PRICELESS
The Bitch Bytch
It's not nice to bytch about your sisters. It's not nice to say bad things about the other girls in this business.
But then again, I'm not nice.
You know who you are, ladies (and I use that term loosely). But in case others aren't sure who you are, let me make it plain.
You think you're a rock star, because you fly around in private jets, traveling all over the country, jetting off to exotic locations. You're not a rock star, honey. You're a whore.
You think you're a goddess, because you've got 150 reviews that say you are. But just remember, for every review, there were 100 more men who never wrote a word about you. And either way, you screwed them all.
You think you're as good as the rich women on the society pages, because you wear designer clothes and carry designer handbags, and take designer drugs. But no one would ever put you on the society pages, because you are a prostitute.
You think you've achieved success because you can afford to pay a nanny to raise your neglected kids, pay an assistant to answer your email, pay a maid to clean your house, pay a petsitter to care for your neglected animals, pay a webdesigner to handle your image and your PR. You're on top now, what are you going to do in 10 years?
You support various causes and try to tell yourself that you do it because you care, when really all you're looking for is attention and free advertising. People who really care volunteer their time, make donations, and work for the causes they believe in. And they don't trumpet their efforts in every other blog or ad.
The one cause you don't support is that of prostitute's rights. In theory, you agree with decriminalization or legalization, but you don't want to get involved with the lower classes, the women who call themselves whores like it's something to be proud of. Let other women fight that fight. You've got shopping to do!
You are jealous and judgemental of other women in the business. You think you're better than they are, because you charge $5,000 a night for your company. But in the end, like you, they put their condoms on one dick at a time.
You are the ultimate hypocrite. You think that you are a good friend, but all you really seek are friends who can further either your career, or your inflated opinion of yourself.
You think you're important enough that your political opinions matter. You're not a commentator on CNN. You're a whore.
And screwing famous clients, whether football players, musicians, or politicians, doesn't make you important by extension. Bragging about it doesn't make you special.
You may be all the rage on all the national hobby websites, but you are not a household name. You are nobody. You are a big fish in a little pond. And a year after you are gone, no one will remember who you were.
Reality check: this world is not real. This world is not what's important. Wearing $500 shoes doesn't get you love. You will not lie on your deathbed, wishing you had bought just one more pair of Chanel sunglasses.
The fact is, when the police bust you, you will end up in a holding cell with the streetwalkers. You are no different, no matter how much you pretend that you are.
I do not hate this business. I do not hate the women in this business. We are, many of us, wonderful women. We are sweet, and loving. We have thoughts, we have dreams, we have goals. We love and we grieve and we hunger and we bleed.
We reach out to each other, to our sisters. We connect with each other. We love. We give.
But there are the Bitches in this business, desperate, pathetic women, bent on feeding their own egos at any cost. While they seem confident, their self-worth is based on their income, on who they know. They are sad little creatures, unable to accept the truth.
We are what we are. We are all whores, prostitutes. People may not like those words, but they are just words, just labels. These labels represent the truth of our existence, whether we think we're rock stars or courtesans or call girls or streetwalkers. We share our minds and bodies for money. Some of us try to do it with love, with generosity of spirit, with honesty and dignity.
And some of us are bitches.
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