When the stocks go up, the cocks go up!

I might not be a psychiatrist, but I am convinced that sex is not as important as we tend to make it. First there is that little feeling, that little red flame, called love. Blow on the flame and make it get bigger like a fire, don't blow it out like a candle.

The world wants to be cheated. So cheat.

My method is basically the same as Masters and Johnson, only they charge thousands of dollars and it's called therapy. I charge fifty dollars and it's called prostitution.

When the stocks go up, the cocks go up!

Actually, if my business was legitimate, I would deduct a substantial percentage for depreciation of my body.

I have only hated men at those moments when I realized that I was doing all the giving and they the taking. At least when I was a prostitute, it was all honest and upfront.