Another great thing the higher end whores have access to is the food of their higher end clients. Pantries full of imported Italian crackers, STACKS of Penta water, Belgium dark chocolate...A Viking refrigerator chock full of organic aged airedale cheese, carpaccio, caviar, bagels you can toast and spread with salmon roe, durians from his trip to Thailand, sapotes from the guy's latest helicopter ride over Redlands, FL...freshly made blueberry pie complete with latice work style crust top, rice pudding, left overs from French Laundry, FUCK...even the goddamn gift basket from Bristol Farms the guys at AIG sent...IT JUST NEVER ENDS, MEIN GOTT.

Yes, I've been known to be bedazzled and tempted by the inventory while waiting for a certain porn girl to finish up upstairs.

Don't touch the carpaccio. Not even rip one little slice off. Think about baseball, think about baseball...