I used to cruise for hookers for hours at a time (I’m selective) all over a large-ish North American city. It was an almost-weekly routine even though it was in a different country from where I reside.
The excitement of the illegality of it all, combined with the rare-to-me feeling that these attractive women could all be enjoyed, for a price.
My favorites were the single moms who were just out there trying to make ends meet in a city that had become particularly expensive to live in. Many of those were so sincere in their will to be there, to sustain themselves. Those would tend to be drug-free and very nice people.
The on-street prostitution market was considerable back in the early days of the internet, and much more so before that.
There is just something so unique about a woman who communicates her will to have s** in a forward fashion once viewed by the public almost exclusively in the red light districts of the world.
Our society remains dangerous for women everywhere, and surely that constricts their will for such blatant ‘communication’.
I don’t go “clubbing” and don’t attend parties, and surely that keeps the on-street working girls seeming especially unique in their ‘marketing’ of themselves as I see it.
Had the whole encounter been legal, there wouldn’t have been quite so much hesitation and concentration in making a precise selection from curbside.
But I was cautious, and I have never once been caught by police (yet).
I long for gentle intimacy with a woman, and it is a conundrum of a sort when prostitutes are the nearest thing to that which I tend to experience. I would guess that a large number of the working girls “out there” are there as a result of someone once trusted having violated them… to where what they now CAN handle, is men making quick use of their bodies, with zero ‘connection’ involved.
Unfortunately I yearn to be trusted, and probably monogamous too, but my more gentle encounters trend just toward those which make prostitutes most uncomfortable (through no fault of mine).