Client Lists and the Good Fight

Okay, so I admit that I posted the Patriot Act and sinus pills stuff early this morning just because I am tired of discussing the Miami Companions situation. People keep emailing me about it, asking my advice, and even requesting consultations.

Well, there's nothing to consult about in this situation, but if one pushes me enough then sure, I'll take $45 via PayPal to chat with you for an hour on the telephone. Would I accept payment for a couple of hours to meet you in person? Hell no; I'm not stupid, and as a matter of fact, I am as far from stupid as you will ever encounter when it comes to set-ups and word games. I survived a decade in the escort business in Orlando by dodging set-ups and playing word games.

Though I can never be sure of a person's goal when they offer money to meet me in person with their "friend" that is somehow involved in this mess, but decline to offer reasoning or even names, it smells to me and that's all that matters. Not all money is good money – a motto that I followed throughout my years in the business.

As I state in Memoirs of an Accused Madam, in the chapter about the bizarre trial, I decided way back in 1996 to barbecue the client books that I had from four years of business. From that point forward I kept only accounting records – that's right – never accepted credit cards for the entire duration of the business and never recorded client information beyond mid-1996 when I had the barbecue. I did explain this to the jury when I testified in my defense and the prosecutor screamed his demand to know where my records were. When I chose to toss it all in a fire I did so as I realized that such records could never benefit anyone – not me, not the escort, and not the client – so why keep any?

So really, I am sorry for you if you chose to book with Miami Companions so that you could use your credit card, but now you want my advice? Hell, you haven't even read my book. It will be a cold day in hell when I fall into any set-up so that any person with any part in the Miami Companions mess might save themselves. I'm the one that passed on credit cards and fried the client lists long ago. I'm the one that skipped all that money because I knew better than to cross a state line, and certainly better than to conduct such business in other countries.

I am also the one that won and was acquitted by a jury of my peers. So exactly how stupid do you think that I am?


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