My most vivid early memories of curiosity about prostitution were the results of some late evenings in central Vancouver where I was just killing hours of time, and meandering about in what was and still, probably is, one of the safer big-city downtowns on the continent (merely because SO many people live "downtown" or within short walking distance to downtown). The striking beauties near the Hotel Georgia downtown were impossible to miss, particularly if you were on foot, and not driving by semi quickly.
Later it was Nelson Street, and Richards, and Helmcken... where a circuit of one block over ten minutes featured more exceptionally-turned-out ladies than you might find on the local streets in a year in 2018.
And no matter the clothes, and the immaculate appearances, the (apparent) vibe beneath those facades was the longest-lasting impact on me.
I didn't indulge locally for years after that, and I'm lucky (in a way) that I learned early that while the women would commonly utter "Can you spend a hundred?" on the street, it would almost always take $300 or much more to get what you thought you wanted. ("Upselling" was the rule and only the rare exception)
These days, even if/when you notice multiple women on the streets, the vibe is far different than what it was way back then.
There wasn't a visible hint of the effects of drugs on the women walking the streets ("high track") back then, and these days, the prettier a SW is, the greater the probability she is supporting her drug habit.
No doubt lots of enterprising, non-drug-using women employ the internet to share mutually-ideal sex dates with Johns in 2018, but the immediate, in-your-face selection just doesn't feel the same online.
Back then, there was some daring in the vibe on both sides, and it was intoxicating.
Today the greatest factor always ongoing is who does best at protecting his/her anonymity.
It would be so invigorating, once again, to be allowed to go back in time just to circle that one, central Vancouver block 20 or 65 times.
(and what was that diner across the street from Madam Cleo's that was open all night, where you could stop in for a bite to eat and experience some of the most amazing atmosphere you could imagine (whether you wanted to or not) ).
Perhaps it was the competition among the women that drove the street-scene visuals which were so amazing way back when.
Later it was Nelson Street, and Richards, and Helmcken... where a circuit of one block over ten minutes featured more exceptionally-turned-out ladies than you might find on the local streets in a year in 2018.
And no matter the clothes, and the immaculate appearances, the (apparent) vibe beneath those facades was the longest-lasting impact on me.
I didn't indulge locally for years after that, and I'm lucky (in a way) that I learned early that while the women would commonly utter "Can you spend a hundred?" on the street, it would almost always take $300 or much more to get what you thought you wanted. ("Upselling" was the rule and only the rare exception)
These days, even if/when you notice multiple women on the streets, the vibe is far different than what it was way back then.
There wasn't a visible hint of the effects of drugs on the women walking the streets ("high track") back then, and these days, the prettier a SW is, the greater the probability she is supporting her drug habit.
No doubt lots of enterprising, non-drug-using women employ the internet to share mutually-ideal sex dates with Johns in 2018, but the immediate, in-your-face selection just doesn't feel the same online.
Back then, there was some daring in the vibe on both sides, and it was intoxicating.
Today the greatest factor always ongoing is who does best at protecting his/her anonymity.
It would be so invigorating, once again, to be allowed to go back in time just to circle that one, central Vancouver block 20 or 65 times.
(and what was that diner across the street from Madam Cleo's that was open all night, where you could stop in for a bite to eat and experience some of the most amazing atmosphere you could imagine (whether you wanted to or not) ).
Perhaps it was the competition among the women that drove the street-scene visuals which were so amazing way back when.
