This looks like a rollicking read.
Its a book by Megan Dunn and the link below will provide you with an extract from it.
The story goes that she took a job at a Auckland, NZ “massage parlour” as their “receptionist” and the book goes into quite some detail about what she experienced whilst doing the job.
I will grab a copy because firstly the extract reads well and also because, for a short time many years ago, I was one of the people feeding receptionist’s like her at “massage parlours” with clients.
In between jobs I did a stint of taxi driving and whoooo…mama, that 18 odd months was an eye opening experience into vagaries of the human being.
Anyway I am looking forward to reading another perspective about another facet of sex-work essential to the running of “massage parlours” and all that it entails.
The good, bad and downright hilarious.
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