I'd never do it now. But that's cause of my lady. However, if I could go back in time to the two trips I took to Amsterdam while I was single, I would definitely do it. I wasn't in the right state of mind back then. Cough, cough.

having sex with a prostitute sounds appealing to you?

Not when you say it that way!

I guess it really doesn't. It's just that I was in Amsterdam twice, I was single, it was legal, and it never occurred to me that I could get one. Perhaps that speaks highly of my moral code. Or, I'm lying.

I have never even thought about it... course, I am a girl, and am not into the female-junkie-4-toothed type of person. I live on a street that is notorious for its prostitutes here in Athens (Barber St.), and I see them all the time. They are very nasty looking women wearing clothes that don't fit, and are usually overweight, and have a severe drug habit to support. However, I have been walking home from shows by myself around 2 am (I know, I know, not smart, not safe, insert concerned warning here, etc...) and been approached by gross old men in their barely-running cars, saying to me "Hey!! Wanna ride?"... That's the closest to the prostitution career as I've gotten, and it's because I was mistaken for one.

P.S. Clarification: I am not overweight, nasty, or wearing clothes that don't fit me. I have all my teeth. I do not dress 'slutty'. I was being propositioned because I was a girl walking down this particular street in the middle of the night... and probably the best looking one doing so at that...

I hear ya girl

So I guess you've had this problem too, then??

Hehe, this reminds of a story about a friend of mine in Athens...hehe...

Prosties in general are pretty nasty...but go to a strip club in Vegas, and realize that all of them can be had for a price. Have a few drinks and tellme you don't consider it.

When I worked in Ogunquit, York, Wells and Kennebunkport on the Maine coast I used to get hit on by gay tourists pretending to be Daddy Bush's secret service agents or by wealthy old guys who were only out-of-the-closet when they were on vacation. It was very amusing. Probably wouldn't have been if I were tiny like Tiny.

men.
that's the secret of their "success" throughout history.

and people, quit slaggin' the prostitues. what a bunch of prudes and self righteous bullshit.
people are people just doin' what their doing to get by.
a lot of prostitutes are forced into the business and intimidated into staying there.
there's some that want to be in and some that don't but if you want to get rid of it, men would have to die.

Once in Athens, I was walking down N Hult St, towards downtown, at like 2am from a party, going to get my car a mile away or so (was pissed about something or other). And this skinny redneck dude in a beatup Oldsmobile pulled up next to me as I'm walking, and says "Hay mayun, where tha FE-males at?" Huh? "I sed whur tha Fe-males at?!"

I'm thinking to myself... like the college chicks? The prosties? What?? I say "I donno, downtown I guess. Thatta-way (point)."

Was he asking me where prosties were, or something that went right over my head? This has been bugging me (when I chance to think upon it) for like 5 years now.

"Have you ever wondered why we are not just in armed combat against you? It's not because there's a shortage of kitchen knives in this country. It is because we believe in your humanity, against all the evidence."

and

"To accept a woman as a sexual commodity means the man has no brain, no heart, no life worth living. "

When i went to my prom, we came into NYC and had a few hours to kill before the comedy show, so we asked our limo driver to take us around cause the girls had never seen hookkers before and wanted to see what they looked like.....good stuff.

true. and i wonder as the man who gets his ego rubbed and his rocks off, just what is that hooker really thinking?

i've never been with a hooker. but i interviewed a dominatrix once. quite peculiar she was.

Strip club, Hell- just go sit at the bar in the Hard Rock for 5 minutes any night of the week. They call themselves "personal entertainers."

Dang, that's pretty harsh (and broad-sweeping). You're saying that all men would have to die to eliminate prostitution? As in every single one? Even the gay ones? And the overwhelming percentage of men in this thread who expressed zero interest in availing themselves of the services provided?

One of the cooler things about Germany - you can have an open beer bottle with you pretty much anywhere, and you won't get shit for it.

When I was 17, the guys I hung out with (mostly in their early 20s, American GIs) decided to take our pal out to the Red Light District in downtown Frankfurt, Germany, for his bachelor party. The whole idea seemed alright enough to me, as the guys in this group were all pretty harmless, and, like me, were mostly embarassed to be down there in the first place. The groom was deadset against doing anything but get dragged to a stripclub. I didn't know him too well (hell, can't remember his name today), but my friend Jay (the best man) and I were entrusted with keeping him out of trouble.

After the 5th bar (err, strip club), against the groom's will, we decided to go into one of the whorehouses, basically as a joke. But, after the third floor or so, the joke became "let's buy him a lapdance." I, being the only one fluent in German got to do all of the talking. It was almost comical how many of them turned me down, knowing they would be missing out on a better paying customer. Eventually, we found a girl who was cool with our little plan, who couldn't have been more than a few months older than me. She was articulate, spoke solid English, and was a student by day, actually claiming to study dance. She seemed awfully out-of-place in this part of town and you could just tell that she knew it. Anyhow, I settled up with her for the lapdance, we closed the door on them, and continued drinking the night away...just down the hall.

About 10 minutes later, the groom reemerged, looking no less dignified than the rest of us, but happy that he had engaged in a night of looking, not touching. As we made our way to the stairwell, we noticed one of us, a guy named Jake, had gone missing. Our best guess was that he had taken off for home while we waited for the groom, so we stumbled on down to the street, through all the muck and the mire of early dawn in a German Red Light District. Standing outside around 5:30 AM, all of us tired and oddly self-satisfied, drinking more beers, we started to make vague plans about heading to the Hauptbahnhof and on home. Suddenly, out of the whorehouse doorway, our missing pal Jake emerged, looking wicked excited.

"Hey guys, guess what?! That dancer girl? Yeah, I went and fucked her! Man, she sure knows how to fuck. You guys all should've hit that."

The mood amongst the group towards him was one of outright disgust, like could you be any lower? I personally felt horrible, like I was party to a sin against this girl, having gotten her to speak with us in the first place. None of us spoke to Jake on the train home, except to tell him to shut up. Being around a guy who actually bragged about paying for time with a prostitute just made my skin crawl.

So, that's my prostitute experience.

KPH

At least in the greater Baltimore/Curtis Bay/Brooklyn area of South Baltimore, these women are working to get quick cash for drugs. Usually heroin, but cocaine/crack is another biggie. Meth not so much, but it's around. You can look at them and tell. They are addicted to very powerful drugs and caught in a pretty tight spiral that likely won't end very gracefully.

I really doubt they are thinking anything other than "okay, let's get this over with". I think one of the women in HBO's "Hookers On The Point" series says pretty much the same thing. It's about collecting cash to meet a demanding drug fix.

Wusste nicht dass du Deutch sprechen konntst, KPH... echt toll.

I, too, have translated for american GI's in Germany. But not to prosties, just to chicks in bars. It sucked. The GI's are rambling in my ear about how horny they are, how hot the girls are, the girls are asking what they're saying, are they nice, etc. I made it about 10 minutes and begged off. Go learn german for yourselves.

Saw TONS of hookers in Hamburg. That, sirs and madams, is a dirty-ass city if ever there was one. Turkish dive resturaunts every 15 feet, docks and piers (bigest sea port in europe), rats, prosties, pimps, and the biggest, nicest urban park I have ever run across. Planten Und Blomen ("plants and flowers," dutch), acres and acres and acres, and every square inch pristine and landscaped... chinese water gardens, just gorgeous. And 4 blocks away, we saw a big hooker wave at us from the 2nd floor of a brownstone, and then her pimp pushed her out of the way, looked at us, made the "money between fingers" sign, and closed the window. Mmmm, sexy.

I thought Hamburg rocked! My wife and I took my father there [his father came to America from the ports in Hamburg] in 2003, and we had a blast. Definitely dirty on the strip by the hauptbahnhof though i agree...loads of hookers at night, and we even witnessed one shooting heroin out in the open on some building steps.

some KILLER food in Hamburg though.

Hope you didn't spell it "payed" in your report.

fp

i specifically did not say all men.
i'm by no means a seperatist at all--men vs women, gay vs straight.
my view is that it's a big world out there and i'm open to people. i would never exclude myself from the opportunity to meet someone based on those criteria.

fact is, men go to female and male prostitutes. the percentage of women using prostitutes has got to be miniscule.

I obviously misread the thang. As for yr comments, all true enough, methinks...........although I will say that I've seen more of the young jigolo thing here than anywhere else I've ever been.

I tend to watch it all and quote John Prine: "It's a big ole goofy world"

i'm not sure what you mean.
btw, i love john prine.

is he the one in belize?