Not to be a blowhard (ha!) but I'm an ex-hooker. While some of it rings true, I think the author embellished a bit. It's hard for me to imagine a madam being so glib with a journalist. Most of them are shrewd businesswomen with strong survival instincts, and they would not put their necks out like that.

Many of my former colleagues tell me they get a lot of letters these days from women seeking advice on how to get into the business. I expect it has a great deal to do with articles like this, The Secret Diary of a Call Girl on Showtime, and it's only going to get worse with "GFE" and "Diary of a Manhattan Callgirl" in production. I'm sure much of it is just the fantasy of glamour and easy money, and most will never follow through, but some will.
And I understand the lure, and I understand that for many young women, sex comes without attachments. But sex without attraction, sometimes with portly, hairy dudes who want to paper-fly you with cum-soaked c-notes (or have you watch them eat their shit, or stick cocaine-covered dildos up their asses) is entirely another matter. Can you do that and not bat an eye, not let it get to you? Yes? Then go for it.

Money can buy glamor, but the nature of the work is not always very glamorous. Sometimes it's downright exhausting. And it's really fucking dangerous, especially if you're hooking in the United States, where you have to look over your shoulder constantly for both bad tricks AND cops. That really sucks.