Let’s say you have a friend who is in need. It could be that she has a family member in a hospital. Or maybe she needs some quick cash—say to the tune of P50,000—to make some important payments (like tuition or medical bills). Let’s say that she is already of legal age, quite pretty, and is no longer a virgin. Let’s further assume that she is unemployed—a student, maybe. She is willing to enter the “trade” to get over the financial situation. Would you pimp her? Would you consider it ethical to pimp her?

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I was with my friends at a massage parlor when I was approached by a rookie. He looked like a young professiona—short, stocky, with a cherubic grin on his face. He was apparently rattled by the number of attendants displayed through the “aquarium,” many of them with ample bosoms and deep, distinct cleavages.

He approached me. I didn’t know him. He didn’t know me. I guess I looked like someone who was knowledgeable. “How much for the service?” he asked shyly.

“The massage?” I inquired. “Or the….?” Pause.

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Paula (not her real name and not even her “escort” name) is one of those “freelance” escorts one finds though various Internet forums. She is 19 years old and a Fine Arts student. We met up at SM North and travelled to Victoria Court in Caloocan. She had been in the escort business a while back, stopped to focus on her studies, but had to resume because of a family crisis.

She does not have a boyfriend and she is cute, intelligent, and witty. Her English is perfect. Her diction is clear. She does not have a boyfriend because “It would be difficult to explain her situation,” she said. “Then don’t tell,” I replied. She shook her head—if she had a boyfriend, there should be no secrets between them. Quite noble, I said to myself. I truly wished all females were like that.

She asked my name. I gave her a fake one. I knew that hers was fake as well. We both admitted that false identities was part of the act. She knew that she shouldn’t pry to deep into the personal life of her clients, and I said that even if she did, I would be fabricating the info, anyway. She smiled at that. I asked about her mobile phone number, the one that I used to contact her and discuss the terms of the meeting. I supposed that it was not her real number and I was glad that she said so as well. She knew that she had to separate her life as an escort with her life as an ordinary student. It was a persona that she had to discard once that part of her life was over.

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Ever wonder what a “love seat” in a motel looks like?

This shot was taken at Victoria Court in Caloocan.

Here are some pictures of the rooms inside Palacio Don Pedro. These aren’t “scandal” images, so don’t expect any nude, raunchy pictures.

I like PDP. Aside from the obvious cleanliness, it’s easy to get to. Coming from EDSA, simply turn towards Rockwell and drive towards Kalayaan Avenue. Don Pedro Avenue is on the right. If you reach P. Burgos, you just passed it. I normally park in front of Grilla Restaurant and walk to the parlor.

If you want to know more about PDP, read my review here.

Here are a few ways to tell is she’s faking it or it’s the real deal. I consolidated all these info from various sites…

1) Retraction of the clitoral head

This occurs just before orgasm and provides you with a clitoris-sized hint. When the clit disappears, you’re on the right track, so don’t stop. This coveted disappearance of the clitoris isn’t only visible if you have the lights on and your face all up in it; it’s something you can feel as well. So, get yourselves into a position where you can easily rub her clitoris during sex, and use it to your advantage. Under the guise of giving her some extra special treatment, you can feel whether she’s actually close to climaxing or just faking.

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