Adult Entertainment/Companions:
Oh, you naughty little thing, you. I watch my traffic almost daily. I know where you're coming from, what brought you here and exactly what you were loking for when you accidentally stumbled across my site. Since an overhelming amount of you have been looking for the same thing, I'm providing you with some help to asist in your quest. You asked for it, you got it. What can I say? I'm a pleaser.
Escorts in New Jersey: You've either at the Borgata or you're on your way there and you're curious to know how to meet an escort. I'm sure there are plenty of independent party girls for hire roaming around the Casino and bars during the wee hours of the morning. If you have a thing for gambling (something tells me you might) and you want to play your hand at this risky game, then by all means. These girl are probably dressed in something very skimpy, they are not sober, they're alone or with another girls, but not with men. They look like they're looking for prey (you). If you want one to come to you, pull out a fat stack of cash and start spending it. If you look like you're plastered, they will like you better becaue you're an easy target. Be warned, I've had many male friends tell me about resident escorts at hotels and casinos. None of their stories have been pleasant. Make sure to put all your valuables and personal belongings securly in the safe before bringing these girls up.
Now, if you want something nice, be smart and request a meeting in advance. Many of the following young ladies would be more than happy to travel to you from NY. This is going to cost you some money, but it's also a more respectable way to go about things. Here's a website for those who are slightly more discerning than the aforementioned man.
Sorry, but I haven't been able to find a good site for local companions.
Escorts in Manila: I wans't able to find much (good) action in Manila. It seems like if you want something decent, you're option is:
At the very least, they spent a little money on their website. However, they don't have many girls there and they seem to all be local. If Philippina isn't your thing, then you will either have to go to a generic and cheesy escort directory and shuffle through the mess to (maybe) find what you're looking for, or you can go to one of the several international escort agencys, but having a girl fly in from (insert preferred country here) is going to cost you.
Bonne chance. And remember, Mamma Raquel says BE SAFE! I'm only saying this because I love you...
and because nobody likes it to burn when they pee.
Restaruants, Lounges, Bars And The Such:
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9500 Wilshire Blvd.
Beverly Hills, CA. 90210
310-275-5200
http://www.wolfgangpuck.com
How ironic that I should end up in an uber chic steakhouse located inside the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel, otherwise known as the “Pretty Woman” hotel, as that’s where the movie was shot. I had tall boots on and all (minus the cheesy spandex streetwalker dress). This upscale BH hotspot is has received numerous favorable reviews since it's opening in 2006 and in 2008, was rewarded a Michelin star. I went there with one of those guys who knows everyone, so naturally, we were given somewhat special treatment. The atmosphere was elegant but not at all stuffy. The house was full but even a full house is not overwhelming. The space is abundant and the tables are a nice distance from each other, so diners have plenty of their own space and can actually hear their own conversation. In typical LA fashion, all the servers and hostesses looked like models and actors, but here, they actually conducted themselves with pride and sophistication. They were all extremely professional and friendly. A special offer from the chef (due to our connections, no less) came out in the form of several plates of appetizers. The presentation was simple and the taste was clean. We only took samples. If we had eaten them all, we wouldn’t have had any room left for our filet and lobster. The lamb sliders were most impressive. Our main course was split and brought to us by the lively servers who scooped out the meat of the gigantic 3lb lobster for us. There were no sides, just plates with meat. We wouldn’t have been able to eat anything anyway. While we both agreed that we’ve had tastier steaks at other restaurants, we also both agreed that one can not find the ambience and quality of service at other places, not to mention the glamour of the location and the beautiful crowd. I couldn’t recommend a better place to eat after a long hard day of shopping on Rodeo. And don’t forget to bring your black card. Like all the other places off Rodeo, this is not a venue for the budget minded. This if fine by me, though. Wolfgang puck is a good man, and I’m not against making him richer.
Tasca Wine Bar
8108 W 3rd St
Los Angeles, CA 90048
(323) 951-9890
www.tascawinebar.com
I was invited here by a gentleman friend of mine the other day who seems to know the owner and the whole staff very well. I had read several reviews of the place before showing up, and heard that the service was snobbish and terrible, but I had a much different experience. My company and I were greeted warmly. A lot of hands were shaken and a lot of smiles were exchanged. The hostesses were adorable, the owner was vibrant and accommodating and our server, in addition to being informed about changes to the menu and being on top of our request, was witty, lively and cute as a bug in a rug.
The weather permitted that evening and I would have enjoyed sitting in the shielded outdoor patio, but my company preferred the inside. The interior, according to the reviews I read prior to my visit, would be loud. Indeed it was. Conversation with my aspiring suiter was difficult, partially because of the amount of drinkers in the room (I have yet to figure out the unspoken rule that when you are drinking alcohol you must speak loudly), and partially because the young and attractive couple sitting in the corner next to us couldn't keep their tongues off each others faces.
I have never understood this offensive behavior and I probably never will. There is a time and place for everything and the time and place for obsessive making out is not in public next to people who are clearly trying to eat. I don't care how attractive a couple is, this behavior is offensive and disrespectful to others. When I want to see people paw over each other, I will go to a swingers club. If I want to see people getting it on, I will watch porn. When I am in public, I do not want to see random panties getting wet. It's just gross, and had I not been wearing a very pristine pair of brand new expensive boots, I would have dug my 4 inch heels into their feet to get them to stop. But I felt it more important to preserve the LouBoutins than to hurt the nauseating couple.
Anyhow, my new friend said he always orders the boquerones, but I am not a fan of anchovies, so I passed. Instead, I encouraged an order some less stinky white meat. We had fish, a salad, some kind of mushroom in a fried ball with white dipping sauce. I wish I had taken better note of exactly what it is we ordered, but I was distracted by the sloppy sound of intermingling tongues next to me and forgot what I meant to focus on. What I do remember is that the food, although appetizing in appearance, wasn't too artful. Just like the venue itself, the appearance was comfortable and interesting, but not pretentious or too trendy. I was most happy with the the salad, believe it or not. And it's not so much the salad that was mind blowing, but the tomatoes in it. I have mixed feelings about tomatoes, but I could have eaten a whole bowl of these. The food, otherwise, was tasty, but not all that memorable.
The wine, on the other hand, was impressive. I don't know all that much about wine, but I do know what's good. I tried two red wines, one less spicy than the other and was impressed by them both. I wish I could remember the names. Damn that couple!!! Anyhow, with a menu of 75 wines and an in house sommelier, you are sure to find something suit for your tastes.
It would be unlike me if I didn't mention the mirrors. There are plenty of mirrors against the wall above the bar, which is spread the full length of this New York style long, but narrow space. The art is minimal, and leaves it up the the people and the lighting to create the ambience. The crowd struck me as very un-LA, which I like, and now that I have learned that there is a champagne brunch offered here, this is definitely on my must go back to list.
Props to Tasca, a new discovery for me and a place that I'll be sure to frequent...although, maybe not with the man I accompanied the first time. My review on him is, unfortunately, is not quite as full of praise.
Shopping, Retail and Fantastic Little Boutiques:
Kiki De Montparnasse
8280 Melrose Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90046
323.951.9545
79 Greene Street
New York NY 10012
212.965.8150
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Kiki De Montparnasse is French for “expensive little things”…well, sort of. It was a French friend of mine who confided to me that he had done some shopping there before, although I’m unsure if it was with his wife or his mistress, “something every French man should have”, he explained. I convinced him that I, too, needed to have the pleasure of knowing Kiki and he happily escorted me there. Pulling up to the store, I could see this was going to be different kind of lingerie experience. The 2,200 square foot boutique, nestled discreetly off Melrose, was alluring from the first step into the front garden. The interior was comfortable, spacious, luxurious, and very private. My friend and I were the only guests in the boutique at the time, with the exception of a subtly seductive brunette who brought us glasses of champagne to sip on while she explained the collection of toys and literature and helped us find just the right things for me to try on in the velvet dressing area. Everything about our time there was exquisitely erotic and I came home with two very mood encouraging “outfits” that I happen to look delicious in. I’m looking forward to visiting the boutique in Manhattan, which Coconut promises me we’ll be making a trip to, right after our trip to La Maison Du Chocolat, for un nuit tres sexy!
Erotique
12 N. Wilson Ave.
Bozeman, MT. 59715
1.406.586.7825
ErotiqueStyle
In a tiny and modest town like Bozeman, Montana, one might not expect to find anything too provocative…or even remotely provocative. But leave it to me to find the sexy in even the most unassuming of places. Right off Main Street lives a boutique owned by the congenial, sex positive Billy McWilliams. One can tell by the excitement in his stories that he is not just your average sex shop owner. He is a dedicated businessman, active citizen, a sex educator, an appreciator of the arts and he’s genuinely happy to do what he does. His mission to promote healthy sexuality and encourage comfortable and open discussions about the topic are admirable, and probably very helpful to the young, experimental and curious crowd that enters Bozeman to attend the nearby Montana State University. From movies to mags, from cheap sexual costumes to the most high end lines of adult entertainment, this little place carries a variety of product to suit all budgets and interests. Billy did a good job in converting the former Ms. Kitty’s into a place that feels clean and comfortable enough for me to inquire about rabbit fur floggers with no feeling of sleaziness or embarrassment. I'm a persnickety type of pleasure seeker, though, and he didn't quite have what I was looking for, but he did offer to order one for me. I do like it when the boys are accommodating. While you cruise through the store, don’t forget to admire the seasonally changing erotic chalk art, provided by artists looking to express themselves in a sexually frank manner, which, unfortunately, they don't often get to do in places like Bozeman. Whether you're looking for an outlet of sexual expression or just something to create some small town seduction, Erotique is the boutique to seek!
Television And Film:
The Secret Diary Of A Call Girl
I have nothing but praise for my girl Belle, the incredible Billie Piper and the forward thinking and creative minds at Showtime.
http://www.sho.com/site/secretdiary/home.do