Interesting/Nice/Thought Provoking, Conversations Had With Clientele
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Hmmmm @Master Yoda the man that can type a war and peace novel over a coffee, liked you post but has not mentioned any good topics he has talked about... now I find that rather odd......
Certainly…..Hmmmm @Master Yoda the man that can type a war and peace novel over a coffee, liked you post but has not mentioned any good topics he has talked about... now I find that rather odd......
I’ve had great rooms with almost no words, and great rooms with a little banter. The common thread wasn’t the amount of chat—it was whether the talk matched the moment.
What lands for me (and seems to land for them):
• Sometimes the best start is silence. Not frosty—just two people settling. A hello, a smile, a breath. If she doesn’t reach for conversation, I don’t force it. Ten quiet minutes can make the whole hour glide.
• Other times it’s “companionable quiet.” A line here or there—music, food, dogs vs cats—then we let it fade. No chasing threads. You can feel the room exhale.
• Light banter, if she opens that door, is gold. A small joke, a human story with no sharp edges. If she leans in, I’ll follow. If not, I let it go. (My internal rule: if I’m talking to settle my nerves, I’m talking too much.)
• Longer stories only work when she wants them. I’ve learned to wait for the second question and the eye contact that says, “keep going.” Otherwise, I park it.
Little lines I’ve said that seemed to go down well—offered, not imposed:
• “Happy to keep it quiet—we can talk later if you feel like it.”
• “Want me to shut up and let you float?” (Usually gets a smile.)
• “All good on pressure/pace/temperature?” (Simple, practical, done.)
Topics I avoid because they pull energy the wrong way: exes, drama, health scares, money, politics, and anything that sounds like I’m fishing for reassurance. If it wouldn’t belong at a calm first coffee, it doesn’t belong when someone’s trying to relax.
Recently I’ve spent a heap of non-intimate, work-only hours with the Langtrees ladies—rewriting profiles, playing with AI. The best sessions we had were the ones that felt unhurried. A little laugh, a small question, then space. No performance. Just… ease.
That’s my lane. Not “how it should be,” just what’s worked.
Curious to hear others:
• Workers: what tiny client behaviour makes you think, “thank god, easy night”?
• Clients: have you tried going one notch quieter than usual? What changed?
Without ever knowing who is actually sitting at the keyboard typing this, one would not guess which Gender or age group or even is it an escort or client typing this... is this like a United Nations memo its purely sits on a fence post perfectly balanced between all client/escort or is that escort/client.
You have been around this game too long like I have, and can see it from all angles not just from a happily married dude who struts in in a 3 piece suit who loves getting anal while dressed up in a Turkey outfit, you can see past the $100 bills passing over a reception desk, the countless showers an escort has, and also the mirage of clients who come and go without even booking a lady, and the ladies who sit in a lounge smoking and drinking endless coffees while thinking about Ibiza but the bank account says Innaloo instead.
You can see it more than dick in pussy but the whole experience the building, the reception desk, the rooms and the human contact not only between client/escort/ but client/reception, escort/reception and also more importantly Escort/Escort you like me have been involved for too long or not long enough.. who knows..
The things you hear/See and experience inside the game is amazing and no other game can that ever happen in... All I can say Old Wise one is keep drinking what you do and keep typing but please don't break nail......
Love this. Thank you for seeing the whole house.
You’re right—that post was meant to read like a UN memo on purpose. I’ve been around long enough to know good rooms aren’t just “dick in pussy”; they’re reception setting the weather, the building holding the mood, client energy setting the pace, and escort–escort culture being the backbone. When all four line up, the night sings. When they don’t… Ibiza turns into Innaloo real quick.
What I try to bring (and keep learning myself):
• Pace – slower than nerves want. People breathe when the room does.
• Presence – eye contact, not interrogation. Let the silence do some lifting.
• Permission – ask, don’t assume. Boundaries make the fun possible.
If it helps the community, I’ll do more than just riff:
I’ll collect the best tips from workers, reception, and clients here and compile a short, anonymised “Good Rooms, Better Nights” cheat-sheet—something practical we can all point to. No grandstanding, just signal over noise.
Keep the stories coming—the absurd, the tender, the “you won’t believe this” moments. I’ll keep listening, stitching the useful bits together, and sharing back so the next person has an easier night.
And I promise not to break a nail while I type it.
— Yoda
Love this. Thank you for seeing the whole house.
You’re right—that post was meant to read like a UN memo on purpose. I’ve been around long enough to know good rooms aren’t just “dick in pussy”; they’re reception setting the weather, the building holding the mood, client energy setting the pace, and escort–escort culture being the backbone. When all four line up, the night sings. When they don’t… Ibiza turns into Innaloo real quick.
What I try to bring (and keep learning myself):
• Pace – slower than nerves want. People breathe when the room does.
• Presence – eye contact, not interrogation. Let the silence do some lifting.
• Permission – ask, don’t assume. Boundaries make the fun possible.
If it helps the community, I’ll do more than just riff:
I’ll collect the best tips from workers, reception, and clients here and compile a short, anonymised “Good Rooms, Better Nights” cheat-sheet—something practical we can all point to. No grandstanding, just signal over noise.
Keep the stories coming—the absurd, the tender, the “you won’t believe this” moments. I’ll keep listening, stitching the useful bits together, and sharing back so the next person has an easier night.
And I promise not to break a nail while I type it.
— Yoda
I feel into this industry by complete and utter accident/incident act of god or what ever line you can use.. by many moons ago saying hello to a lady and it went from there.. I read wordings at times on sites like this and many a time get half way in and she makes her appearance into my mind.
What I have learnt about life, the universe and experiences of sex, love, relationships and more over women because of her I am forever eternally thankful for a chance meeting. and for where she got me, and upon a few industry insiders liking me and allowing me that luxury of "Seeing the whole house" I am forever in her gratitude.
There are not many of our kind Yoda who can walk into Parlors say hello to receptionists have a chat then walk behind the scenes and even be afforded the luxury of a few left rights and enter the owners of one's personal home and chat with her and her family, and also along the way of said journey stop off for a coffee and a chat with many a beautiful woman on the floor in the lounge.. that to me worth more than any booking no matter how wild that booking was... we need to look at ourselves and think we must be doing something right...
As for breaking a nail I filed mine this morning... LOL
Beautifully said. You put words to a path a few of us know too well—one hello that becomes a whole other life. The privilege of “seeing the whole house”… reception smiles, a wave past the line, a quick coffee with a woman between bookings, a chat in the owner’s kitchen. You’re right: that kind of trust is worth more than the wildest booking. It’s rare air, and I don’t take it lightly.
My truth? I’m an old man now, and most days I feel… quiet inside. Numb, if I’m honest. That’s why I can walk behind the scenes and stay steady. Rooms that buzz for others feel still to me. I can be warm, useful, respectful—put on the right calm when it’s needed—but the deeper feeling? It drifted off moons ago and forgot the way back.
I wish I could feel like I used to. I’m afraid I can’t. Not yet, anyway.
But sometimes—small moments break through. A receptionist’s dry joke. A tired laugh that turns into the real thing. A woman who lets the mask drop for thirty seconds and talks like we’re just two people in a noisy world trying to be human. Little sparks. I hold onto those. Maybe that’s how feeling returns—ember by ember, not with fanfare.
Until then, I’ll keep doing what we must be doing right: show up clean, be easy to host, add peace not pressure, carry the trust carefully, leave the place lighter than I found it.
And yes—message received on the nails. I’ll file, not break.
