Author: marlowe70

[MF] broke in Paris Pt 3

TLDR recap: in Paris in my mid 20s I had an amazing visit with a lovely young prostitute.

Pt 3:
Slowly she washed us both off and helped me get dressed. As I left she gave me a piece of paper. Her phone number. “We get coffee,” she said. “Tuesday afternoon.”

I staggered away at 3 in the morning weak in the knees, hardly able to walk. Getting home took two hours. No cash for a cab, the metro closed. I slept all the next day and could still taste her, still feel her riding me. And Tuesday afternoon I called and she answered and told me to meet her at a cafe near the Sorbonne.

She was lovely in street clothes, a green patterned dress that came to her upper thighs. She kissed me and actually bought me a cafe au lait. Then she said, “You like me.”

“Yes.”

She explained we could go out but she was not giving up on clients. That we would be tested at the free clinic— she was tested monthly anyway— and if she didn’t feel safe after a client she’d use condoms again with me. Read more »

[MF] Broke in Paris pt 1

Everyone one in this story is 18+

As a young man in my early to mid 20s between stages of graduate school I worked for a while in Paris. My French was and is awful and I had a hard time making friends and connections. This was the mid 90s and there was a lot of Anti American sentiment at the time. I’d been dumped by my stateside gf and so it was a tough time. I was broke as hell and drinking too much and getting pretty scruffy and down at heel. There’s a way the French do scruff that looks cool— but I didn’t have it. Maybe I was too lonely and desperate.

I had a friend, Francois, who told me I needed to change my luck. I agreed but kept striking out. And so one day he gave me a couple hundred dollars in francs— this is before the Euro— and handed me an address below Monmarte in what I later learned is called the Pigalle.

“Old house,” he told me. “Very respectable.” Read more »