would you mary a escort if she make you feel very comfortable?

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Originally Posted by jimmyhard

i think its ridiculous and crazy.but i'm in love.

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Why not, if it feels right.

I've been seeing a private who lives with a partner. People need to move beyond their conditioning and expectations of others.

I guess the pro is I don't have to worry about her cheating on me as I know where she is during the day and that she is fucking other guys. Lol

Depending on how good of a cook she is!!

Are you even dating her at the moment?
If not just try that before u even start thinking of marriage.

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Originally Posted by fnmfnmfnm

Completely agree. There is nothing like a filthy one night stand or a fuckbuddy on the 3rd rendezvous with a bit of alcohol in her after she feels comfortable with you. Civilian women on the hunt for a fuck will, in my experience, do nearly anything in the right circumstance.

That said, one my most depraved fucks was with the infamous V Lan/Enosa which involve some activities I’ve not had the pleasure of doing with anyone else since

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Absolutely - once a woman feels comfortable with and if she has a mind to explore taboos it can get freaky.

So do tell about the wild experience? 🙌

And this is how i met your mother

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Originally Posted by Niceguy11

WL's with boyfriends will always put the customer first. Poor bastards. Dating a WL and think she doesn't offer BBFS to customers? Yeah right. One WL I did anal with did not offer it to her boyfriend.

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Of course. These WL's are all about the money. The BF is just there for moral support 555

I would rather be a customer than a boyfriend/husband

As the other's have said, why buy the whole cow and maintain it, when you can just get the milk

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Originally Posted by pmmeyourknee_

Mate you are bragging about pulling prostitutes after paying them and dumping them like you're some sort of top tier male. But whatever floats your boat!

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Only a very low value man with very low self esteem would date or marry a prostitute

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Originally Posted by fnmfnmfnm

Completely agree. There is nothing like a filthy one night stand or a fuckbuddy on the 3rd rendezvous with a bit of alcohol in her after she feels comfortable with you. Civilian women on the hunt for a fuck will, in my experience, do nearly anything in the right circumstance.

That said, one my most depraved fucks was with the infamous V Lan/Enosa which involve some activities I’ve not had the pleasure of doing with anyone else since

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V Lan at No5 was one of the best and dirtiest f*cks I have had. She was just a pure 100% slut

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Originally Posted by Laziboi88

And this is how i met your mother

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Haha, gold. That show but instead of telling his kids about all the women he dated, it’s all the WLs he fucked at different brothels.

Only a very low value man with very low self esteem would date or marry a prostitute[/QUOTE]

..and there's the pot calling the kettle black..oh the irony *a very low value man..* but does punt and is a forum member. Typical high flyer and a pillar of society looking down on others

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Originally Posted by ChadThunderrcock

As the other's have said, why buy the whole cow and maintain it, when you can just get the milk

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Sure, but when you’ve got your own cow, you’re milking it whenever you want — morning, noon, or middle of the night - no waiting, no fuss, no booking, milk on tap 24x7

If you got no cow, then you’re bone dry till the shop opens the next day, and by the time you get there there's a line of blokes queuing up, when you finally get the milk it ain't as fresh as what you thought.

Marry a WL?

Mate… that’s not a question. That’s a cry for help disguised as a love letter wrapped in a midlife crisis.

Now I know some of you are coming from the heart. “She makes me feel comfortable,” you say. Comfort? Bro, so does my weighted blanket and that doesn’t charge me three-fiddy for a happy ending and a bottle of pump lube.

Let’s be real. The punter-WL love story is older than Newtown’s last indie bookstore. Guy walks in, gets a GFE so convincing he thinks this one’s different. She laughs at his jokes, touches his thigh, says, “You’re so sweet.” And boom — his brain starts playing Coldplay and rewriting her body count as a romantic montage.

Now I ain’t knocking feelings. Hell, I caught some myself once. Thought I was special. She let me raw-dog — turns out it was Bring Your Own Condom Week and I didn’t get the flyer. My bad.

But here’s the psychology, boys — and pay attention, ‘cause this is the part where I pretend I’ve got a TED Talk and a black turtleneck.

You’re not falling for her. You’re falling for how she makes you feel. And that’s not love. That’s branding. She’s curated an experience. She’s the Apple Store of intimacy — sleek, expensive, and you leave feeling slightly violated but weirdly satisfied.

Now I hear the Alphas in the back going, “Only low value men marry hookers.” My guy, you just dropped four hundred bucks to get told you’re handsome by someone who’d charge extra to say your name twice. You’re not on the podium here.

Let’s flip the script. Imagine she started a thread: “Would you marry a punter if he made you feel secure, paid on time, and didn’t fart mid-CIM?” You think she’s not roasting us in a group chat somewhere? Every punter thinks he’s the one she’ll retire for — like she’s a stripper in a Drake song and you’re the baritone knight in a Toyota Corolla.

And yet, I get it. There’s something raw, vulnerable, even honest about falling for someone who saw you naked in every sense. That’s the paradox, right? You pay for fake intimacy and somehow it hits more real than half the shit on Hinge.

But marriage?

Only if I get a receipt that says “No Refunds — Even If She Goes Back to No. 5 After the Honeymoon.”

Moral of the story?

Since when did dopamine — or some incel with a YouTube playlist called “Truth About Modern Women” — get to decide who’s worthy of love or marriage?

We’re pointing fingers at WLs like they’re broken for putting a price on intimacy, while the same blokes preaching morals are handing over cash, heart, and occasionally their car keys for a shot of synthetic affection. Who’s more guilty — the payee or the payer?

She’s offering a service. You’re buying the illusion. And somehow she’s the one catching judgment?

If anything, WLs have clearer contracts than most marriages: you know what you’re getting, how long it lasts, and who’s cleaning up the mess. Try finding that kind of honesty in a Tinder situationship.

So again, not “Would you marry a WL?”
Ask yourself: Would she even want to marry a punter who needs a receipt to feel validated?

Because at the end of the day, a body count is just arithmetic.
But hypocrisy? That’s spiritual.

She sold a service.
You sold yourself a dream.
One of you walked away with cash.
The other’s still on page six of a forum thread asking strangers if it was real.

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Originally Posted by Double_Adapter

Sure, but when you’ve got your own cow, you’re milking it whenever you want — morning, noon, or middle of the night - no waiting, no fuss, no booking, milk on tap 24x7

If you got no cow, then you’re bone dry till the shop opens the next day, and by the time you get there there's a line of blokes queuing up, when you finally get the milk it ain't as fresh as what you thought.

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Alot of blokes who bought the cow said the cow eventually stops producing milk. And does not give milk anymore.

But when the cow leaves, the cow can also leave with half...

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Originally Posted by Sfornication

Marry a WL?

Mate… that’s not a question. That’s a cry for help disguised as a love letter wrapped in a midlife crisis.

Now I know some of you are coming from the heart. “She makes me feel comfortable,” you say. Comfort? Bro, so does my weighted blanket and that doesn’t charge me three-fiddy for a happy ending and a bottle of pump lube.

Let’s be real. The punter-WL love story is older than Newtown’s last indie bookstore. Guy walks in, gets a GFE so convincing he thinks this one’s different. She laughs at his jokes, touches his thigh, says, “You’re so sweet.” And boom — his brain starts playing Coldplay and rewriting her body count as a romantic montage.

Now I ain’t knocking feelings. Hell, I caught some myself once. Thought I was special. She let me raw-dog — turns out it was Bring Your Own Condom Week and I didn’t get the flyer. My bad.

But here’s the psychology, boys — and pay attention, ‘cause this is the part where I pretend I’ve got a TED Talk and a black turtleneck.

You’re not falling for her. You’re falling for how she makes you feel. And that’s not love. That’s branding. She’s curated an experience. She’s the Apple Store of intimacy — sleek, expensive, and you leave feeling slightly violated but weirdly satisfied.

Now I hear the Alphas in the back going, “Only low value men marry hookers.” My guy, you just dropped four hundred bucks to get told you’re handsome by someone who’d charge extra to say your name twice. You’re not on the podium here.

Let’s flip the script. Imagine she started a thread: “Would you marry a punter if he made you feel secure, paid on time, and didn’t fart mid-CIM?” You think she’s not roasting us in a group chat somewhere? Every punter thinks he’s the one she’ll retire for — like she’s a stripper in a Drake song and you’re the baritone knight in a Toyota Corolla.

And yet, I get it. There’s something raw, vulnerable, even honest about falling for someone who saw you naked in every sense. That’s the paradox, right? You pay for fake intimacy and somehow it hits more real than half the shit on Hinge.

But marriage?

Only if I get a receipt that says “No Refunds — Even If She Goes Back to No. 5 After the Honeymoon.”

Moral of the story?

Since when did dopamine — or some incel with a YouTube playlist called “Truth About Modern Women” — get to decide who’s worthy of love or marriage?

We’re pointing fingers at WLs like they’re broken for putting a price on intimacy, while the same blokes preaching morals are handing over cash, heart, and occasionally their car keys for a shot of synthetic affection. Who’s more guilty — the payee or the payer?

She’s offering a service. You’re buying the illusion. And somehow she’s the one catching judgment?

If anything, WLs have clearer contracts than most marriages: you know what you’re getting, how long it lasts, and who’s cleaning up the mess. Try finding that kind of honesty in a Tinder situationship.

So again, not “Would you marry a WL?”
Ask yourself: Would she even want to marry a punter who needs a receipt to feel validated?

Because at the end of the day, a body count is just arithmetic.
But hypocrisy? That’s spiritual.

She sold a service.
You sold yourself a dream.
One of you walked away with cash.
The other’s still on page six of a forum thread asking strangers if it was real.

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Well said mate!

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Originally Posted by ChadThunderrcock

Alot of blokes who bought the cow said the cow eventually stops producing milk. And does not give milk anymore.

But when the cow leaves, the cow can also leave with half...

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Can't argue with that.

But for blokes who look like Brad Pitt or Chris Hemsworth, it's a different game - they get access to cows, goats, powdered, soy, almond and oat milk like its going out of style.

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Originally Posted by ChadThunderrcock

Alot of blokes who bought the cow said the cow eventually stops producing milk. And does not give milk anymore.

But when the cow leaves, the cow can also leave with half...

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.. ah the fantasy dream continues .. 24/7 sex sex sex .. AS IF !!! ... and when she leaves , she also leaves with half .. half a carton haha . Not sure of the socio-economic situation of most of the punters here but from some of the ARs I get a picture of mostly bargain hunters haggling for reduced rates that favour asians at cheap establishments and are predominately single though a few are married . The punter might be cruising comfortably but I doubt he*s a Kerry Packer , Lindsay Fox , Richard Pratt and his latest model Holden or Ford is his prime possession

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Originally Posted by Double_Adapter

Can't argue with that.

But for blokes who look like Brad Pitt or Chris Hemsworth, it's a different game - they get access to cows, goats, powdered, soy, almond and oat milk like its going out of style.

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not sure about that .. I see all the large contract footy players getting the women (WAGS) but then how many of those guys end up being single again , even Hoges has bitten the dust

How many of you have a “roving eye”? It doesn’t matter who you’re with you always want more. So why get tied down to one women who will never be enough? I can see the only reason being if she’s accepting to an open relationship.

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Originally Posted by Hedonisticfun

Again the double standards , as if an escort who has paid sex with multiple partners for living is of a lesser person than a punter who pays for sex with multiple women. Same could be asked of a sex worker , would she marry a punter

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I agree. We are not any better. Punters have body counts too. That is as much baggage as a WL's but the consequences of that are rarely discussed. It goes both ways.

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Originally Posted by Hedonisticfun

not sure about that .. I see all the large contract footy players getting the women (WAGS) but then how many of those guys end up being single again , even Hoges has bitten the dust

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Yeah but these contract footy players are literally unknowns outside AU so only have access to local cows, but the super mega international celebrities are recognised worldwide and therefore have access to all the cows and all the grazing pastures in every country in the world.

Though a few blokes have been known to contract mad cow disease and that's why they stick to local cows.