<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e0c5/igj1ddod0sjrx2jzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Fräulein J. Hagen</strong><br/>aka JayJay<br/>Sex Worker<br/><em>About Fräulein J.</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… good good! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Works for me. See you later, um Nasty. Oh, and thanks! I guess this is working out better than I could have hoped for after all that crap.”</span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f681/vhqkoeibuk27amlzg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Wiktoria and I head out and she shows me all the places I need to know and explains how paying goes down and eventually leaves me at the bar … settle in to watch for clients and drink the weak things the bartender pours for us whoi need to be sober and clear eyed and what the clients pay lots …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/bf/17/dfbf17ee641da88853ca93093c643159.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… a not bad looking fellow comes over and buys me a drink … his English and my Russian find an accommodation … off we go … he’s not a bad lover but he comes too quick and given that the night is young perhaps that’s okay … I clean up and we walk back to the bar together … 30 minutes …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “<abbr title='"Have a nice evening"'>Приятного вечера.</abbr>”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… back to the bar … several girls introduce themselves …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Call me Jay.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and we split up … clients are coming in and many seem to be regulars … another fellow buys me a drink … and buys me … and I bring him back apparently very happy after 40 minutes … me, I’m a tiny bit sore … look around for my two … ah, there they are … my eyes flick right past them as I scan the room the way I’ve seen the others look for their rubes … sit at the bar where they can clearly see me … and wait for the next client … seems a girl here needs to simply look pretty and smile and that’s fine with me … and I quit for the night if I get too much more sore .. need to ask the girls about that …</em></span></span><br/>