I hate Friday nights in Wealth Bondage! They wear me out. We get the high rollers jetting in from all over the world. The Four Capitals (we have thirty teams of them now at various price points) were kept busy all night long, and the second string, the Muses and the Graces, did the best they could to take up the slack. We were down to Falsity, Bad Taste, and Learned Ignorance masquerading as Truth, Beauty, and Wisdom until dawn broke over the walls of the compound, and the last jet headed off. You can't believe who we drafted last night as Secular Priests! Well Jesus did say to look for him among the dregs of society. So, we tapped the white collar prisons, and dressed the crooks up as religious leaders from all faith traditions, and the high rollers could pick their confessor for the night, or have a marriage ceremony with Truth one minute, a divorce and a remarriage to Beauty the next minute. There may be less money to go around for most people, given how the market sorts by merit, and few merit big money, but it is boom time for billionaires, and they, as virtuous, tasteful and wise, want the best of everything. Every market clears at a price. I am not a pimp, or procuror, and my days as a direct Service Provider, are long gone. I just give out the towels and clean the rooms. But if you would like to take Truth and Beauty or the Four Capitals or the Muses or the Graces to bed with you, or just sit and hold hands, or have them dance for you, - and who wouldn't? -- drop me a note, and I can put you in touch with Pimps in higher places than mine. I could link and won't because generally the clients expect confidentiality and the Pimps who advertise are not the ones you would want to do business with. This is mostly word of mouth and personal referral. Drop me an audited copy of your balance sheet and I will connect you to as much Wisdom and Virtue as you can afford. The Pearl of Great Price does not come cheap, but she will blow you mind if you can afford the tariff.
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