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i thought they just bartered stingers for white girls. rich persians and arabs love tricking the escorts dumb enough to answer ads for 300k a year in a country they couldn't find on a map. it's gotta be like a cattle auction, "that carey, she's a prize sow, but cannot maintain silence during ramadan---the other one, i'll buy her, but first i must be able to check her teeth"




Sort of. It's just a matter of trusting the right Jawa that won't sell one with a bad motivator.


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Arab, and I mean this sincerely, Persian Women are amazing....they are either EXTREMELY beautiful, or Extremely Hideous. It's amazing, there seems to be no middle ground, no "average"...I'd love to hear a semi-scientific completely sordid reason/theory.




They all start looking a certain way, and end looking a certain way. No different than many other cultures, there's just a smaller sample for hideous infidels to draw from.

If you want sordid, here's one. One of my neighbors (there are six units to a floor here) and I were required to vacate our condos a few months back for a reason other than the smell of kumus. She's a Russian chick, not bad her own way but there are more resemblances to Fran Drescher than I care to admit. I'm not sure if Fran also has a psychopathic looking boyfriend that pays all of her bills too, but if she does... tiens...

Anyway, we wound up taking out rooms at the same hotel down the block. I've never gotten the Russian concept of beauty, but I have to admit that they're some of the seediest chicks I've ever met. Particularly in Moscow: you're getting a certain breed filtering into the States, which isn't necessarily better or worse just... different.

The whole thing was a lark, nothing serious, except that she asked I buy her lingerie. Not because she needs it: the woman has three closets and one is devoted to nothing but her hooker panties. And she'd never wear it when I was around. That was the thing: she'd ask all of her lovers to buy her lingerie, and wear it when she was fucking the other one. I asked her why, as this is a pretty weird fucking hang-up (I mean, to even keep track of who bought what and wear it in a premeditated fashion is kind of whacked). First she said it was to remind herself that no man owns her. Later, when she was zooming on some pharmaceutical, she said that she was frigid and normally didn't orgasm from sex, but the fact that she was desecrating another man's passion for her while fucking someone else pushed her over the edge.

Needless to say, with someone that filthy, I was hooked. I started wondering what other little rituals she has, like if I would only be allowed to drink coffee out of a mug that said "PROPERTY OF SERGEI." But like the mysterious Roxy, she's pregnant now and we hardly see each other anymore. Which is sad, because no matter how meaningless, I usually prefer the relationship to end with more drama and a sense of finality than that.
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