A madame for high-priced call girls in the Washington, DC area is set to sell her phone logs in order to pay for a legal battle with the IRS.
Deborah J. Palfrey refers to her former business as a "high-end adult fantasy firm which offered legal sexual and erotic services (emphasis added)." But come on, anyone can read between those lines.
Weighing in at 46 pounds, the phone log is believed to include some heavy rollers, whose jobs, reputations and families could be lost were they to be connected to illicit activities. There are no names in the phone records, but one can easily track a specific phone number back to, say, a residence, if one wanted to.
This is outrageous. I mean, whatever happened to client-call girl confidentiality?
And what about us little guys, who don’t have the money to launch PR campaigns to save our asses? No one believes us when we say it was a drinking problem, for which we are now seeking treatment and God's forgiveness, that caused us to order out for some companionship in a moment of loneliness and weakness! Pleeeease don't do this!
In all seriousness, I believe most johns, powerful or not, expect that their "transactions" will be held in the strictest confidence by their service providers, not that their phone numbers will be sold off, or their exploits detailed in a tell-all book.
Think of the chilling effect this sale could have on the trade when men realize their private predilections may become public. Ms. Palfrey may want to consider the harm she could do to the business. Girls gotta earn a living, and boys gotta get 'em some.
What happened to the love of the craft, anyway? Sadly, today’s prostitutes seem to have lost grasp of the standards of their profession.
Dedicated to "Sweet Sue," "Schoolgirl Sally," "Tokyo Tina," "Boobarella," "Crimson Dynamo" and the "Trapeze Twins," with whom I performed my patriotic duty during my Democratic operative days.