The "How-To" Story of a Male Escort in SE Asia !
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I spent a little over 6 months in this line of work in a large city in SE Asia a few years ago (not going to give details of the country or city, but people familiar with the work might be able to guess at the country at least). People are more open about sex in this country, and escort services (and even full-on prostitution), while not popular, don't carry as harsh a stigma as they would over here. Female prostitution is at least as common there as anywhere (although it's more open, and it's not uncommon to see brothels in the same building as a restaurant or bar in this city), and male escort services (not exactly the same thing, as I'll explain) are much more common and visible than in the west, the most common form being in bars where women can pay for the company of a man or men of their choice (gay male 'escort' services also exist of course, but these are generally for sex only). For example, it wouldn't be incredibly unusual for a group of women, after graduating from college, to go to a male escort bar and hire a couple of guys to enjoy the night with (as in drinking and talking, with the escorts expected to keep the conversation flowing). This is the most common form of escort work by men for women - purely company and chat. Here's a summary of how things worked where I was:
Normally you would request work at one of these bars, and the manager would interview you, give you a trial run of about a week, and see how you do. You'd be expected to be able to keep a conversation going and entertain the client(s) for a few hours, while drinking large amounts of booze that the clients would buy at the bar, at hugely inflated prices (you'd learn to vomit during each toilet visit, and most of the regular guys would take scheduled breaks per month to avoid liver and stomach problems). I had actually been approached by one of the staff on the street, as women in this country are particularly interested in the novelty of spending time talking to a western (white) man. I hadn't got much conversational ability at the time, but this was learned quickly enough by watching the other staff. You were paid a high wage, with commission on any drinks sold (the prices of drinks were set by the manager on a client-by-client basis, sometimes in the equivalent of hundreds of euros for a bottle of wine or small bottle of spirits), and you would often be paid a large tip at the end of the session (anything from ?50 to a few hundred). Anything arranged for outside of the bar (most commonly accompanying a client to a club or party, sometimes sex) was your own business.
As the prices of the service and drinks in this bar was so high, the most regular clients were female prostitutes (which surprised me at first, but they're the only women with the kind of money to go to these bars on a regular basis). Normally these women (often very young; the youngest regular client I had was 16 years old) would hire the same escort each time, sometimes several nights per week, mostly just for the company (and maybe as a kind of therapy - I think they just wanted to have a male figure that would treat them well and talk to them as a person, as opposed to their own clients, who would want them only for sex). Another thing that surprised me was the number of prostitutes would pay for sex (again, I think that this was to feel that they had control over who they were having sex with, and to have some sort of physical closeness of their own choice; I often felt that these women didn't actually want sex for the enjoyment of it).
Women specifically requesting sex was not all that common though, and the most common clients that would were businesswomen or divorced/widowed women in their thirties and above, who didn't have time to go through the usual channels of dating etc. Usually you would have a client that would visit on a regular basis (e.g. first friday of the month), spend the evening in the bar, then go to her apartment. I found these clients the easiest to work with, as they weren't looking for much and were the least emotionally damaged. As long as you could keep the conversation interesting, that was all they wanted (with younger women, you would often have to put on a larger-than-life act, be energetic and charismatic for the entire session, etc, and listening to the life problems of prostitutes for several hours per week was the most depressing and disturbing thing I've every experienced over a long period of time - in fact, I think this is the most significant reason that I wouldn't ever go back to this kind of work (among many other reasons)).
Sorry about the length of the post, but this was a pretty significant time in my life, and one of the most interesting (and frequently not in a good way). I don't think this industry exists in quite the same (fairly open) way in Europe, certainly not in Ireland, so I think I have a unique insight to offer. There's a lot more than this to tell, I can explain more about the lifestyle, clients, etc if people want more details.
His reply to some questions on the thread:
Mid-twenties. I had gone over on my own, after some time planning it (not planning that particular line of work though!). I had gone over with enough money to last me a couple of months, aiming to sort out a job and visa when I was over there. I spent a couple of months in the capital, then went to another city when I hadn't gotten any work that I liked sorted. Got approached on one of the main streets in my first week in the new city, and it all went from there.
What are some of the other reasons you had?
Your physical &, I guess, mental heath being two others?[/size]
Mainly mental/emotional health. There were some physical issues: apart from the obvious risks of the job (people over there don't seem to think STDs are that big a deal, and even prostitutes rarely use condoms for anything except vaginal. I even had a couple of women (not prostitutes) specifically ask me not to use a condom, I'm still not sure what that was about), the constant booze and drugs obviously don't do you much good. This wasn't as big a problem as it might have been, you always had the opportunity to take a break for a few days or longer if you needed. Not surprisingly, staying healthy and keeping in shape are important in this kind of business, so the manager would make sure the new guys didn't work more than a couple of nights in a row. The more experience guys would be expected to decide for themselves, and this lead to people doing all sorts of stupid crap and putting their health in danger (guys having blood in their vomit and piss, driving while drunk, a few cases of full-blown alcoholism). Occasionally there would be hassle from a boyfriend or husband, and while I was there one of the guys was nearly killed (stabbed several times) because a gangster's wife had been meeting up with him (that's another whole load of stories right there, as several competing bars were run by organized crime gangs).
You can avoid a lot of the physical health problems if you're careful, but mental (or rather emotional?) degradation was much more likely, and I'll expand on that. First of all, and least serious (but still significant), there's the fact that your life doesn't really feel 'real' - I'm not sure how better to put that, but it felt like I was living in a bubble (as trite as that phrase is) for six months. When you don't have a 'normal' job, don't have normal friends, don't have structure to the week (I'd often not know what weekday it was, as it rarely mattered), and have more money than you (literally) know what to do with, then it doesn't feel normal. I've come to think that some sort of progression is important in life, and I wasn't getting that at this time. Six months doesn't sound like a long time, but it really felt like I had been there for a couple of years. Some of the guys (including the manager) had been working as escorts for over ten years, and I'll never understand how they were able to do it for that long. For most people in the job, it's the money that keeps them there, but these guys must have earned huge amounts of money over the years, so I don't think that was it. I suspect it was purely because after that long in that business, there was nothing else they would be able to do, like the prostitutes.
As I mentioned previously, most of the regular clients were prostitutes. Mostly, they would just want to have a normal conversation with a guy; after they had a few drinks, they might want a sympathetic ear, so I learned a lot about their lives, how they got into the business, etc. The things that surprised me the most about these women were how young a lot of them were (and how young they started that work), and how many of them seemed to have resigned themselves to the fact that they weren't going to get out of prostitution any time soon (most of them had not finished school, and would probably not have been able to stick it out in an office or whatever, even if they could get that kind of job). A pretty common theme was some sort of abuse (physical or sexual) during childhood or teenage years. You'd see a weird balance of self-esteem with some of them, in that they didn't actually think much of themselves, but they seemed to think they had a sort of power over their own clients. They would complain that 'normal' men didn't want anything to do with them once they found out about what they did for a living, so they preferred to spend time talking to us. I gather some of them had gotten so used to their unusual lifestyle that they didn't even want to go out with regular men, even if they could. In further explanation of the weird self-esteem stuff - as I mentioned, a lot of the prostitutes would tend to hire the same guy, and this sometimes lead to a very strange relationship developing between the two. You'd have guys giving their private numbers to the girl, who would then meet up with him on 'dates' outside the bar (still paying), call and text him as if he was her boyfriend. Some of the guys had several of these 'girlfriends'. This could go on for months, with the girl actually being convinced that the guy (a paid escort) was developing a romantic attachment to her, and the guys would often deliberately stoke this by telling the girls that they loved them and they looked forward to their sessions, etc etc. This was encouraged, as this was kept the business going.
Here are the most significant reasons I decided it was time to knock this stuff on the head:
I noticed that when I went out on my days off (rare, because when you spend your work nights getting very drunk in a bar, you don't really want to do it when you're off) I'd automatically slip into work-mode, i.e. chatting everyone up (particularly easy over there, as there weren't very many other white guys and a lot of the women liked the novelty). I rarely had any interest in these girls, but it had become so much of a habit at that stage that I did it without even thinking. It had become so easy from work to be able to figure out what a girl wants to hear that I could do it effortlessly, which removed any enjoyment out of speaking to women in clubs or bars. I started to really lose respect for women in general, as I felt like I could manipulate them easily. This is all particularly ironic, as before I started the job, I wasn't great at getting conversations going with women when I was out on the pull. It was impossible for me to have any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone for this reason (and the fact that the only women who were interested in actually going out with a guy working as an escort were the kind of emotionally screwed-up women that were already clients). This followed me for a long time after I left, and I used to catch myself going through the chat-up motions even months after I left Asia (made worse by the fact that I didn't come straight home, I spent some time in New Zealand, where I still had a bit of the novelty angle).
Some of the girls that came to the bar regularly would go through periods of depression, and if you were meeting them regularly, you'd see changes in their emotional state over time. I'm not sure whether there were particular triggers for this (an abusive client, or whatever), but during these times they would speak more about themselves, work, etc rather than just chatting. You'd get used to hearing strange and sometimes really messed-up things from these women generally, but there would be more of this kind of talk during these times. I watched several women go through phases of serious depression that in a few cases ended in suicide. A couple of times that this happened, I only found out they killed themselves when I noticed they hadn't been around in a while, and I asked one of the other girls who knew them. I thought of these women as nothing but sources of business, when I was probably the closest thing they had to a friend who would listen to their problems, even sometimes having a suspicion that they might be thinking of killing themselves. Things like that make me feel like **** every time I think of them.
I mentioned a 16-year-old client in my previous post. She was one of several very young prostitutes who used to hang around the bar a lot, and although I met her close to the end of my time there (about a month before I decided enough was enough), when I thought I had seen and heard the worst of it, she probably had the most pronounced effect on me. She's the one who I remember most anyway, due to spending a lot of time with her, and how messed up her life was. She had a fairly mature manner of speech, so I didn't realize she was so young when I first got to know her (it can be hard to tell anyway with Asian women; you'd see women in their forties who looked more like late twenties). She was interested in English, so she used to hire me a lot, and I'd teach her bits and pieces of English (mostly common phrases and slang). Over time she told me alot about herself and things that got her into (and kept her in) the position she was in. She grew up in a pretty poor family, and had been sexually abused over several years by her older brother when she was young, who also let some of his friends abuse her with him (there were other family problems, but this was the most severe). When she was 14, she ran away from home and started living on the street. Prostitution is easy to get into in this country, as the laws covering prostitution and age of consent are fairly liberal (hence why brothels and male escort bars over there can be 100% legal and taxable, by the way), so this was how she started. She once got beaten up badly by a client (not uncommon, and not the first time for her) and tried to kill herself by cutting her wrists, where she still has visible scars. A little while after that, she moved to her current city with one of the girls she used to work with in her home city. When she started coming to our bar, she started doing more street work as opposed to working in a brothel (the brothels were safer, but took more of a cut). She would sometimes not show up for a week, then would turn up with yellowed bruises and scabs on her arms. I knew from speaking to other street prostitutes in the past that the boss (pimp, basically) would beat the girls on the arms and legs and body, but never on the face, so they could still get business. When I refused to have sex with her, she started hiring one of the other guys regularly and spending a lot of time with him. This developed into one of those weird pseudo-relationships that I explained about earlier, and she threatened to kill herself one night when he wouldn't meet her. This was just before I left, and I have no idea whether this girl is still in that city, or even still alive. If she is, I guarantee you she's still working the streets. I'd like to make it clear that this girl in particular was not unique, so this paragraph should show the kinds of problems were common with a lot of the girls that I saw, I'm just using her as an extreme example (plus I think she was the straw that broke the camel's back for me - when I thought of what her life was, the fact that it had barely even begun but was going to be this screwed up forever, how we treated girls like her, and the fact that she was only one of a constant stream of girls I saw like this, getting younger all the time, I started making a move on the vague plans I already had to get out of there). Now, at home, this all really gets to me when I hear teenage girls over here complaining about something pathetic like the fact that their parents won't buy them an ipod or the latest phone or whatever. I want to ****ing scream at them and make them take notice that none of them have scars on their arms from trying to kill themselves at 15 years of age.
This has been hard to write.
Throw up some tunes for this one, it's a beast.
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the dude name is tmpack
In the most serious way possible... MIND.... BLOWN
That was an absolutely incredible read.
The way that dude writes, you can just tell how hard it hit him. But at the same time, he seems to have handled it super well. Probably is a cool guy.
But jesus. That was so interesting. Great post.
Just another testiment to how good we have it here folks. It's why you gotta enjoy the "Little" things... cause it's like.. fuck man, we have it so fucking amazing over here.
A very good read, interesting how the OP's game skills were just on autopilot from working at it so much.
It's part one of a documentry called "the great happiness space"
It's about Japanese host clubs where chicks pay dudes to chill with them, like an escort I guess. I watched it a couple years ago. They get a bunch of chicks to fall in love with them and lots of prostitutes want to talk with them too. Pretty interesting.
I remember one of the guys saying he can't make over like 50000 month because he feels sorry for the girls.
Not exactly 3rd world abusive shit, but interesting.
It's the reason why this stuff is supposed to go hand in hand with developing your inner game, e.g. living life to your standards, working hard, not procrastinating, kicking ass in all areas, and actually BEING the guy worthy of the respect and attention that the people around you give you.
yh buddha, i always try to appreciate the random accidents of birth - like how i'm born in the west and not somewhere else where it's hard to do things without external factors fucking you up, i.e. becoming a child soldier - look up General Buttnaked, this cannibalistic war leader in liberia, crazy shit...
I do as well. I can honestly say that though I've worked my ass off to get to where I'm at today.. I'm also lucky as FUCK. Born in the right country, at the right time, met the right people with enough personal value to keep them around.. it all got me to where I'm at right now. So fortunate.
Especially if you think it through too much.. it can be a total mindfuck for some guys, I bet.
Like yeah, a lot of naturals don't think it through and just roll with it, which is dope... but some do and it can actually fuck them up for a little bit
It's especially potent for some of those dudes are just kinda... naturals... at life... Like where everything SEEMS to come easy so they never have that feeling that they actually worked for anything or they don't recognize it and so that sense of fullfillment and confidence isn't there... it's like some people have to go through a process of simply recognizing their own work and their own effort, cause sometimes it's almost too effortless lmao...
idk, just some observations.
dudes were all on the same page. silky
The little things man, I think I def. appreciate them... Like for me, the little things that I appreciate aren't even little things in my head... haha like I get super stoked on the most random shit. It's redic. And in my head, it's not even a little thing that I'm "appreciating" it's just like something that is fucking awesome...
I think for me, this comes from having like the concrete knowlledge and experience of having literally EVERYTHING taken away by my own actions. Like having that experience, it's hard not to appreciate the little things. Like going from success to failure in a matter of seconds is a crazy experience to have (The ultimate rush perhaps), for anyone that wanted to know lmao... the climb back up is fucking TOUGH but it's the only way to live, folks ; )
And if you're not living up to your own standards, then that fall will happen at some point, just a matter of time... so better to happen early than late.
And if you're not living up to your own standards, then that fall will happen at some point, just a matter of time... so better to happen early than late.
haha i just posted in another thread about a depressive state i entered for a while. the worst part lasted 2-3 weeks and it was absolutely terrible. i thought i had 'bouts of depression' on/off throughout my years but those were a mild case of the blues compared to this. i literally could not feel happy no matter what for a while. shit was worth doing. simple tasks like brushing my teeth or having to do a load of laundry seemed literally impossible. it would take soo much damn energy and effort to get out of bed in the morning.. anyways all that crap and more due to... what? ...NOT LIVING UP TO MY STANDARDS. a pattern of self-loathing emerged and my self-esteem dropped like the nasdaq. i felt bad.. then a little better than worse than before, then a little better then really bad, etc. live up to your standards guys. as long as your taking TINY steps towards your goals your doing okay.
anyways.. wow what a great read. where do you think he was? he said it was legal and regulated. i think the only country in SE asia that prostitution is regulated is Taiwan. I could be wrong though. It's common in many SE asain countries.
the job seems really interesting and fun. amazing actually. but wouldn't be worth it to have to drink your face off every night, risk stds and have to be a shrink for young prostitutes. too damn depressing. i've worked in the roughest buildings in my city which aren't that bad even for north america but still bad. i can't imagine what a SE asia slum is like. I've been in the bad areas of a lot of 2nd and 3rd world countries but never the straight up ghettos. even in the bad areas of my cities its really sad to see kids in there and even helpless adults.
when i was 16 i was working in one of these buildings and i remember going into the unit of a young girl. she was in her mid-20s but looked really aged from living such a harsh life.. its a shame because she would've been cute otherwise. anyways no one answered the million knocks so i take the master key and start working away. after a few minutes i notice someone sleeping just 15 feet from where i was performing heavy construction. saws, hammering, the works. didnt wake up. definitely sleeping and not dead lol. anyways i keep working away and HOURS later she wakes up, asked wtf im doing. i say im just doing some city ordered work and thought no one was home. she says cool, grabs the 60 of whiskey and starts pounding it away. puts it down. passes back out. just as i was about to leave she got out of her comatose. then she was a compeltely different person. she was embarrassed about the extremely messy apartment (looked like it could've been on hoarders), she was friendly and nice, and even gave me a candy bar to eat :) anyways ive seen worse shit working that job but that one stuck with me. she could've been a cute girl with so much to offer but she just drank her life away. she probably had a victim mindset from a messed up child hood and dealt with it the only way she knew how. I feel realllyyy bad for her because it would take so much for her to snap out of her shitty mind frame. and i feel even worse for girls like her in 3rd world countries because even if they could snap out of the mental state, they have no where really to go.
this song is so fitting for such an introspective thread: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlnlbwqIE_o
It's funny to see a guy like Obama, who's actually done some pretty crazy shit.. first black president, free national healthcare, killed osama, officially ended war, negotiated and managed worst financial crisis since the Great Depression.. and he gets blamed for the world's greatest problems.. when actually theyre all just symptoms of shit human nature.
We blame secret voodoo societies for controlling the world's economy, or secretly running government affairs.. when in actuality ANY controlling organization is doing the best they can.. BATTLING the waves of shitty lemmings running around the planet polluting it and killing themselves by fucking monkeys and spreading new diseases like AIDS, obesity, and all kinds of new lung/throat cancers and heart diseases associated with shitty living behavior. Derp.
Then again you DO have these faceless corporate entities ruled by amoral bodies of investors, who would destroy the world's ecosystem just to make a 2% return on their investments.. or the faceless Hollywood fagatron who convinced a senator (read: queer son of a senator who threw a tantrum) to cook up a false scheme to illegally go after the genius creator of Megaupload.com just because he was jealous of his success.
What to do what to do...
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This would be a great line of work for when you're first starting out in IM. Gives you capital to get started and you doesn't take up much of your time.
Also if you'd incorporate game, specifically Julien's drama, you could make a TON of money, bed women, give them the physical and mental release, and then possibly offer them guidance post-coitus.
A sort of sexual therapy.
Shit if your frame control is strong enough you could even get by with not drinking saving you from the debilitating health problems.
It's all speculation though.
That's really interesting man.. It's funny to see a guy like Obama, who's actually done some pretty crazy shit.. first black president, free national healthcare, killed osama, officially ended war, negotiated and managed worst financial crisis since the Great Depression.. and he gets blamed for the world's greatest problems.. when actually theyre all just symptoms of shit human nature. We blame secret voodoo societies for controlling the world's economy, or secretly running government affairs.. when in actuality ANY controlling organization is doing the best they can.. BATTLING the waves of shitty lemmings running around the planet polluting it and killing themselves by fucking monkeys and spreading new diseases like AIDS, obesity, and all kinds of new lung/throat cancers and heart diseases associated with shitty living behavior. Derp. Then again you DO have these faceless corporate entities ruled by amoral bodies of investors, who would destroy the world's ecosystem just to make a 2% return on their investments.. or the faceless Hollywood fagatron who convinced a senator (read: queer son of a senator who threw a tantrum) to cook up a false scheme to illegally go after the genius creator of Megaupload.com just because he was jealous of his success. What to do what to do...
Shit... didn't know about the megaupload situation. Is it true? MU was an amazing service, miles ahead of anything else in the industry, even today. That's really fucked up if true.
Yeah man.. Google kim.com
Jabronavich on here has been following it since the beginning.
As a white male living in SE Asia I'd love to do this and despite some of the negativity expressed in the OP I'd like to experience the hidden dark world of the shadows.
i'm 2m (6ft7) so that must stand for something in Asian girls eyes..
What's involved in becoming a male escort here, any places you'd suggest?
You want to be superb at handling and entertaining a group of people and being the center of attention the entire time. Managing the vibe, the conversation, the emotions of multiple people.
anywhere you'd recommend, or anyone I could get in touch with to arrange something like this?