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I logged on to EI in order to whinge about my intermittent mobile broadband, saw some half-wit's whinge about escort pricing and couldn't help myself.

I'm not sure what has happened in the month or so since I was here last in Ireland. But it has made me wonder if I'll be back. I do not charge the highest rates of any escort, not by a long shot. Indeed, considering that my services will not include a demand for extra payments for a service such as anal sex, I'm quite a good catch, if I say so myself.

But the balls of the guys that ring up trying to dictate what rate I should be charging for what!

Like a guy rings and asks me, what do you charge for 20 minutes? Do I look like a fucking parking meter???

I'm not thinking about what I do in terms of minutes. I'm thinking about myself in terms of the service. I'm not a clock watcher as in I don't expect to work with my eye on the clock. (But I do expect you to take the initiative and leave when your time is over and not make me inflict upon you the indignity of being told your time is up when it's blatantly obvious that you know).

But what's been bugging me since I first heard apologies being made for Irish punters regarding the recession is that the bargain hunting has nothing at all to do with the recession. And even when Ireland does emerge from the recession, and she will, these guys are not going to change.

From the get go, they've resented having to pay for sex at all. Most of the time they're not particularly any good at it. Which doesn't matter when you're slipping an indifferent one up the missus or girl-friend, and it hasn't cost more than your share of the house-keeping money. But when faced with the prospect of effectively just dipping your wick in a bit of commercial pussy, their sexual inadequacy is smirking right in their faces. If they were escorts, they'd be on the dole. That's how bad they are.

So, they are under no illusion that any sexual interaction they are involved in will shake anything but the condom packet and box of tissues. It really hurts them to pay. No one wants to pay for bad sex and they are conditioned to attract and inspire nothing but bad sex due to their conjugal ignorance

Most of them know they're conditioned to ejaculate their load faster than an over-ripe pimple on a spotty teenager, whether this be due to self-installed premature ejaculation or because the needs of the partner was something they never learnt during their sexual development. Sex is certainly not a quality service to these guys.

But they are addicted to the thrill of easy sex. And what can be easier than sex for barely £30, the approximate value of €50 as I write? They certainly earn quite a few batches of £30 and if they are not too broke to be considering paying for sex, they can certainly afford more if they were looking for the occasional quality experience.

Any one really broke would never be considering paying for sex. That is just sheer greed. The recession has nothing with them trying to drive the price down. The recession has not helped. But those truly affected by the recession barely have any libido left to write home about.

THAT is what stress and money worries do to the average man. He goes off sex. He doesn't spend hours drooling over semi-naked ladies, storing their numbers then spending the time he should be investing in getting out of his financial mess on inarticulate phone calls to dozens of sex workers asking what he can get for €20.

A lot of men here are literally addicted to punting. And to feed that addiction, they need to get it as cheaply as possible. Hence, using the recession as an excuse, they are hammering relentlessly at the pricing, in the hopes of exploiting some lady who has no other way to make a living. I cannot think of any other service that has had its prices lowered so much during a recession. The price of everything else is rising while what we used to get in exchange for the additional amount of money is shrinking.

These poor broke guys are having at least one punt a week. I recall a thread a while back in which a guy boasted of seeing two ladies in one day and was wondering if he could have the stamina to make it three in one day if he spaced the encounters adequately over the hours of the day. That's an addiction, not a legitimate primal urge. Quantity over quality, back to my earlier hypothesis that these cheap thrill seekers are rubbish in the sack and therefore have no proper value based on the experience. They seek not the experience, but the end result. Shooting their load.

One can only pray that he, and others like him, at least wash their hands after each punt and aren't the ones that derive a secret malicious pleasure from inserting a finger still reeking of the pussy juices of his 11 am punt into the unsuspecting vagina of his 1 pm punt. The great unwashed does not even come close to describing men like that. Do you think I travel all this way from the comforts of my home in South London to be groped by men like this?

These guys are just notching up the carvings on their bed-posts. That's all there is to it. A lot of them are in psychological trouble. If they really did become broke, they'd succumb to despair and desperate action.

NEWS FLASH: To those men that think that all ladies will be forced to accept their prices if they refuse to pay, a growing number of us are refusing to do the service for less. A lot of us ladies do have an alternative occupation and these alternatives look increasingly quite attractive when one is faced with the prospect of having to bury one's nose in some stranger's sweat and urine marinated pubes for €100 or less.

Rant over!