DISCLAIMER

*NOTE: This post is the combination of interviews with three different Honolulu providers told in the voice of one person. Any resemblance to actual people or events is unintentional. The story is based on actual events or is a total lie. FYI

MEETING GUYS ON THE STREET, FROM PHONE BOOK ADS, AND ONLINE

Eve had been a provider in Honolulu since the early 2000’s. She started working the streets to feed a drug habit. When she got off drugs in 2003 she found she could demand more money, because she was punctual, reliable and not in a rush to get out of there to get high. In those days, using the internet was not a way of life. People still looked for services and providers by using the phone book. Eve contacted some ads under Escorts in the yellow pages and started taking referrals from the owner of the escort service featured in the Yellow Page ads. She made $300 an hour but she owed half upfront to the service so her take home was $150, minus $40 for the driver, so $110 an hour. Very frustrating to part with more than 50% of the money once she held the bills in her hands and smelled that money smell. But it’s not like she paid taxes! A long term client she had first met during her days as a Kukui Street hooker told her about the new world of online advertising. She could post ads, offering her time, or looking for film or print opportunities. All legal. Never did she offer sex or hint that she could be persuaded. She would be paid for her time and what she chose to do with that time was up to her.  Sex was not forbidden but she was not obligated. This is the same line she ran to guys who picked her up on the street. Experienced guys knew that it was the verbal agreement to exchange something of perceived value for sex that was illegal, and not the exchange of money. Old timers didn’t ask questions like “what are we going to do?” or “what is on the menu” because that’s what cops said to bait women into saying something incriminating so they make arrests. On the street she wanted to get into a car that pulled over for her and just make small talk until they got to a spot she suggested if he didn’t have a place or a preference. When guys answered her online ads she wanted to limit the topic of emails/calls/texts to appointment setting. If they asked questions she would have to cut their line because she could not risk getting arrested. And the $300 was all hers when she ran her own gig online. That’s a brief overview of the process of meeting clients. Let’s get more specific.

The picture shows a site —this site–about providers and is not actually a dating site, but you get the idea that people use their phones to go online and contact providers.

When advertising online, it is vital to mix sexiness with propriety while maintaining anonymity if you want to get clients and stay out of jail.

Readers might say, “Don’t be coy with us! Tell the truth, if you really value your readers and want to keep them? When the provider makes contact with the potential customer how is the arrangement arranged when the act of arranging can get a person arrested? It is illegal to trade sex for money. The next logical question: Is the statement “I offer my time” code for “You know you are really going to get sex. It’s just forbidden for me to say that, so don’t put me in an awkward position by asking me to give details. Just show up at the appointed time, silently place your envelope in a conspicuous location, and trust the process.

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Published by X-Streetwalker Turned Sex Talker

Caroleena used to be a drug addicted hooker on streets of downtown Honolulu in the early years of the 21st century. She was not the only learned streetwalker among the sex worker addicts. This group would have been a liberal college admissions officer's dream of diversity seeing as how they represented such a wide range of ages, races, family types, locations of origin, education levels, and gender identities. The two constants were trauma and dependency. Everyone out there had experienced life altering trauma which spurred them to seek refuge in drugs. Addiction was the unexpected phenomenon that kept them stuck in the dope. This downtown area was different from other drug saturated areas of America in one important way. The U.S. is the most violent country in the world, but in this corner of the nation there were no street gangs, no gun violence. You wouldn't get shot but you were probably going to be beaten up and robbed at some point. Interpersonal violence between intimate partners, friends, and family members was viewed as a natural part of being close to people. "Domestics" was something an individual brought upon herself or himself by causing problems in an interpersonal relationship. Caroleena, the perennial pariah even among society's rejects, had no intimate associates who might harm her. Prostitution was not as risky on Oahu as it was most everywhere else because the island was just too small. Everyone was somehow connected to everyone else with only something like two degrees of separation. You commit a crime, someone will know who you are and someone else will know how to find you. Hookers rarely got killed. Honolulu's relative safety allowed Caroleena over 10 years of street longevity until the scene ended when authorities started arresting men for allegedly soliciting undercover police for sex and posting their pictures on the evening news. ExpertEscort2018.com/ tells Caroleena's adventures during her decade of addiction and its consequences--homelessness, prostitution, drug dealing, incarceration, family destruction, the list goes on. Every story relates events Caroleena experienced, witnessed, or imagined. The tale of this outcast is skillfully and paradoxically told in the language of the elite. The wording of the posts is itself a testimony to the wide grip that addiction has on all levels of society, even impacting the privileged who were previously thought to be immune to the troubles of the lower class. During these days of opiate addiction maybe she can answer some questions and present applicable solutions. If not, you are still in for a hell of a good read.

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