The Las Vegas Courtesan

I am looking forward to this weekend (I think) when the UK guys hop the pond to come to Vegas to see Ricky Hatton fight at the MGM Grand. I have no idea who he is fighting, nor do I care, but all I know is he sure does draw a crowd from his fans in northern England. Though I stayed really busy during his last fight against Mayweather, I learned a lesson on what part of England spends the most money on girls. Seems to be the southern gents of the island and not the northern guys that have the deep pockets. The northern clients are of a more hit or miss situation thrown in with a little spunky attitude. Ah well I can take them all! I’d rather it be busy and be mediocre than just plain old boringly slow any day.

My other random thought for the day: Why are there so many vanity license plates that are in reference to pimping. That has to be one of the more idiotic things I have seen people in the business do. That’s like a stoner putting on his plates, “Reefer” or “TokinUp” or a druggie putting “SnrtCok” on his car. Just not a bright move I would think. So the latest plate (which was out of state) that I saw was “Pipn8EZ” driving around Las Vegas. So, if you are followed, investigated, and charged with pimping across state lines then it turns into a federal matter. That guy must be *brilliant*! If the men are that dumb, the girls who follow them around like lost puppies must be even more intellectual. Sheesh.

Speaking of pimping, I am still meaning to do my own mini-questionnaire for the girls who I know who have pimps. I’m slightly nervous because I don’t want others (or their pimps) to know that I am asking questions but I am just curious: WHY have a pimp?? Agencies do all of the work, so what is that guy good for? So here are the two questions I have which are short and simple:

1) Why do you have a pimp
2) How did you end up having one.

Any other suggestions for my little questionnaire? I would love input!

Well I know its been a while and I really hate that I got behind on my blog. I just got through reading some of my comments and glad to see I was missed! hehe. Everything has been better and I usually go out of town in December for a bit of a break to go see family and such. Plus December just *blows* (no pun intended!) I have often bailed out of Vegas for the past few years after the Rodeo leaves town because it dies down so bad that you end up spending more on gas or just food a day than you are making. I’d rather spend that boring time with family and friends!This year right after Rodeo started there was this odd phenomenon of a fight weekend. Usually big boxing matches bring the creme de la creme of whatever nationality the fighters are. If its a Latin fighter it’s like the Mexican invasion. If it’s two people like Mayweather and Holyfield, it gets pretty ghetto and crazy around town. The fight the first weekend of December was Mayweather versus Hatton who is an English boy who is some sort of home town hero. I wondered if any males from the UK were even left over there that weekend because it seemed like they all hopped on a plane and went to Vegas. I was running around like a mad man for 3 days. The time change for them made my schedule wacky! It would be dead and a doornail around 9pm-4am and then it was non stop calls until 4pm the next day.Girls always talk about their best and worst nationality of customers (I’ve even rated it on my old blog). My opinion of the English? Totally hit or miss as far as making money. South English (Londoners and other cities in the south) generally spend some good cash because heck.. the American dollar is poor! They get more for their money! Northern English (Birmingham, Manchester… which it seems Hatton was from up north) are generally cheap and can be pretty aggressive. So it was like a huge swing that weekend. It was either good money or nothing. Sorry but I don’t have an hour all inclusive session for $200. I think Mexico is about that much these days. hehAnyway I must hustle the next few days. New Years Eve in Vegas is nuts and can’t really work until 5am when the Strip reopens. I will try and not drink in the mean time… ha ha!