I read a lot in the PUA community, a lot people go out on a "sarge" or in other words, approach as many women as much as possible trying to get her number or pick her up or whatever. Was just curious, have any of you guys ever accidently sarged a prostitute? And if so, How did it go?
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You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
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Have you ever accidently Sarged a streetwalker?
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For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
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I hollered at a hooker by accident when I was stumbling my way back to my room in Vegas. Once I realized what she was doing, the deal was off. Her asking price was too high and there's no guarantee on cleanliness of the product. 
You don't "sarge" hookers. They render services and you pay them.
You don't "sarge" hookers. They render services and you pay them.
Here in Nevada, there are licensed pro's hanging out in the bars in their off, time, and will usually give it up for free when they are out. I know this one hooker, who I always see getting hit on, and always overhear her tell him she's an 'entertainer.' They love their job, after all. Of course, I've accidentally dated one for a whole year, also.
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That must have been interesting, did u ever call her while she was blowing a guy for a few dollars and then take her out for a romantic dinner afterwards? ... i think the phrase i had sex wit a hooker for a yr would have been more appropriate
I was staying at a casino hotel in Las Vegas and I was "sarging" all the younger attractive girls in the casino. Turns out they were all hookers lol. It became clear when they asked if I wanted to, "go to your room" right after I approached them. I didn't even ask what they charged and just ejected. The funny thing is they all looked as much or more wholesome as your average college girl/girl at the bar and you'd never guess by just looking.squirrels said:I hollered at a hooker by accident when I was stumbling my way back to my room in Vegas. Once I realized what she was doing, the deal was off. Her asking price was too high and there's no guarantee on cleanliness of the product.
You don't "sarge" hookers. They render services and you pay them.
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Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
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Hahaha, this is a good/funny thread. I'll bet you half of you guys at least once at a bar/club, sarged an escort/prostitute and didn't even know it. Folks, they are everywhere, perfectly blended in. I bet at least half the women you see on any given Friday or Saturday night, at least one or two of them is an escort..but you'd never know, because an escort doesn't have a face. They are your ordinary every day hot chick. Look at the escort Spitzer was f*cking. Nobody who knew her, knew what she was doing, except for maybe one or two people I would imagine.
Yeah, I probably fvcking did, actually. At least she always paid for everything. My one saving grace is that she was a 'high class' hooker, and charged a shyt load of money. And no, your other phrase would not be more appropriate. She was my fiance, but i dumped her, and THEN learned about her hookerness. I've had sex with her a hundred times since I dumped her also, just cuz it was so good.Unprez said:
Yeah, when I was in Vegas a couple years ago, I learned that there are more escorts than cabs in the city. And that's a lot of cabs! Pretty much every cute local girl you see on the strip is either an "escort" or helping to sell the services of her escort friends. The trick is to only go for girls who aren't from vegas (or aren't on the strip at 11pm on saturday.) My stupid friend kept saying "look, that girls checking you out, and that one over there too, and that one also", finally, I told him to shut the fvck up and walked right over to the girls and asked them straight up: "Are you working right now?" to which they replied "Duh!, why you do you think we are all dressed up like this?"
It was cool, they were students at UNLV and were out looking for suckers money. Can't say I blame them.
It was cool, they were students at UNLV and were out looking for suckers money. Can't say I blame them.