Ain't that the truth.
Bob loves hookers. I like their shape, their skin art, that many are toothless, the wide range of colors available, that you can select scarred and non-scarred versions, and how they brighten up many a dull and dreary street corner. The red lights are festive and they remind me of Christmas. The fact that I do not need to cuddle or talk after. And gambling that I will not be infected or end up married is always an adventure. Lots to love about hookers.
I do NOT like police decoys, however. Let's ban them, OK?
Prostitution has been with us for a very long time. I recall a historical account about sea captains that had problems with loosing the cut nails from their ships because the metal was traded for sex by members of his crew on shore leave.
It is illegal because of the puritans among us and it is all about the bible and religious views exposed by two faced leaders that rally against letting boys be boys; all the while getting their bone on with an intern at lunch.
It is a sin some say, and in my view, the idea that it represents a health issue is silly because not controlling the workers results in diseases and therefore, a greater health issue. In a brothel, working under a license, and with a proper health permit, things become safer. And I'll bet if legalized, the taxes collected would be substantial.
Odd thing about sex. It is one of the most searched for things on the Internet. Sex is a part of life. Sex is required to procreate and when we do, we are proud and congratulated. We just can't talk about it, however.
Get caught with a hooker or your aunt Betty during a family reunion because she wore a leather halter and just because she helped raise me and so what, we showered together and that does not mean it is bad, so let me alone, mommy, it is a loving thing. This is somehow thought of as bad.
Sex, Sex, Sex... it is here forever and I vote yes! Legalize it, tax it, control it, clean up the women, offer weekly coupons and specials, combine it with other services like house cleaning services, and develop an Android app.
Barring accidents, most men have a penis; they have seen their own for as long as they can remember. But you can't show one in public. All women have breasts, they have seen them for as long as they can remember. But you can't show them.
It is like being shown only a few parts (like the windshield wipers but never the engine or blower) of one on Enzeo's finest and never being allowed to drive one except in the State of Nevada.
We have sex on the brain, but, we can't allow any evidence that it exists. I say, open the doors and let competition drive down the prices and let's have places us old men can go besides our neighbors house while John is away on business and it only happened once so get off my back.
Stop trying to eliminate the World's Oldest Profession because it cannot be done.
I do wonder, however . . . if it were cheap and plentiful, why the hell would a man marry a woman? Well I would say that if I were a pig. We have too many kids as it is, and a prostitute wont take your stuff when you want an upgrade or the upgrade's sister.
And . . . you can date three hookers at the same time with no complaints or accusations of cheating when I really was working late. and no, I did not seduce your sister, we were working late that one night at the Holiday Inn because they were cleaning our office carpets, so stop accusing me of having an affair with your brother, OK?
Seriously, would marriage decrease if the physical part is as available as a Big Mac and Fries? Especially if you start seeing the "Buy One, Get One Free" or "Two-Fer" offers on junk mail day when the grocery ads are delivered.
All I know is never get caught in bed with a live boy or a dead hooker.
Bob
