About

February 26, 2015 Intro:

Right, I have to say I am no longer working in Ireland, the very though of stopping over in Dublin to transit out of the place, fills me with an overwhelming sense of dread. I hear the economy is getting better, bully for them. I wouldn’t be caught dead there now. If it was the only place left to ho, I would have to either stop and get a civvie job, my own version of hell. But saying that, I learned so much from working in Ireland, it was Bootcamp for Hos, if you can work, survive, keep your sanity and not get robbed, you can ho anyplace on the planet. And I mean anyplace. It throws all the worst things about clients at you, so when you do encounter decent clients, only then do you fully realise what total animals you were dealing with. But my blog is filled with the tails and trials of my hoing life in Ireland.

 

March 7, 2012 Intro:

I am a not so ex-professional hooker who used to work in Ireland. I absolutely enjoyed my time there, but then the recession hit, and the reality of life in Ireland started to reveal itself. And trust me the happy, friendly Irish that are celebrated around the world are anything but.

The reality of life in Ireland after the pub closes is different. You will always be an outsider, and not part of the clan. They are cliquish, clannish, tribal, hypocrites, racist and horribly hierarchical. And after the party was over they retreated to their respective corners and closed ranks.

Now working as an escort in this environment was interesting at the best of times. There were times that the contempt would sneak through when some uppity asshole was trying to one up me in terms of how well off he was. I would smile, and nod in the appropriate places. His need to try to make me feel small in some way. Sad him. He is paying for sex with a hooker, and he needs to impress me? I just didn’t get it. But eventually I did.

6 thoughts on “About

  1. Ha ha:

    His need to try to make me feel small in some way. Sad him. He is paying for sex with a hooker, and he needs to impress me? I just didn’t get it. But eventually I did.

  2. Just found your blog through Sass Delaney. There’s a lot here and it will take some time to read, but I’m enjoying it so far.
    HH

  3. I enjoyed Ireland, but I was primarily drinking and eating toasted sandwiches in between libations- the only sex I had was due to my American accent, I think, and the girls were certainly not in the farming community. Could I impose on you for a comment or two for my blog? – the perspective would be welcome.
    Thanks for the consideration,
    Johnny

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