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At about 100 EGP (US$13), an encounter is something that most employed Cairo men can pay, but it is very expensive, about half of what many bring home each week.
My friends at the hotel explained that its selection of prostitutes is far beneath the Marriott’s, where foreigners stay and have their pick of beauties in the hotel‘s casino.
That is indeed what I saw when I went to the Marriott. After about an hour of playing nickel slots, I managed to cash out the 20 bucks I’d put in the machine and leave with a good sense of the place. Running the spectrum of hair color and body types, a floating array of available females mingled about and seemed available to whomever might be interested.
One would saunter past a man, stop, turn her back to him, and look over her shoulder for eye contact before moving on. A handful sat at the bar, mostly in pairs, before one drifted off to be replaced by another.
Marriott main entrance. Robert Johnson/Business Insider.
In a set of chairs to the side of the casino entrance sat a younger, better-dressed pool of girls. They were different: they had arrived with men on the casino floor or they simply belonged in a different price range.
Over her most recent bottle of Stella, “Megan” asked me how much I’d pay for a night out with an American girl at a nightclub. Looking at my watch and wondering where my driver was, I said, “One hundred dollars.”
She threw her arms in the air, brushed black hair from her face and leveled her green eyes at me.
Guard gate entrance at the Marriott. Robert Johnson/Business Insider.
“I don’t believe you,” she said, in a slurry of Arabic flavored English.
I told her it was true, that I was a poor American who wasn’t even staying in the hotel. “All Americans are rich,” she said. Unsure if I was being serious or simply negotiating, she ordered a shot of tequila and I filled in some blanks.
Megan said her mom left her father when she was 14 and he had wanted nothing to do with her. Alone on the street, she fell in with a man of her own, had a baby, and got married before her man left her.
This is common enough story in that part of the world, and it was impossible to say if it was true. But she teared up. “My mother cared nothing about me,” she said softly.
But then she threw her head back and said she didn’t care, didn’t want to talk about her life, and only wanted to have fun. She normally received $400 per client, she said, though more was not uncommon.
Only once had she not gotten paid. That night, she gave her last hundred dollars to hotel security, had the man beaten up, and walked home. She had no money for a cab, but she said it was the finest stroll she’d ever taken.
She was sitting in the velvet wallpapered bar, empty but for Frank Sinatra’s voice, because as a local she couldn’t enter the casino. The girls by the entrance were for high-rollers, she explained with a mix of bitterness and envy. They were there for sheiks who would think nothing of dropping ten grand on a good time.
My borrowed phone lit up. I looked down and explained my ride was waiting out front. After an awkward farewell, she settled back in the booth to finish her drink.
Marriott pool area. Robert Johnson/Business Insider.
I went back to my more modest hotel and explained to the guys there that the women of the Marriott were nothing special.
I’d promised I’d stop by the Four Seasons Giza, so the following day I did and talked with the poolside bartender about my Marriott experience. Not to be outdone, he told me how it was handled at the Four Seasons.
The main seating area of the Four Seasons Giza. Robert Johnson/Business Insider.
He told me to use my Bluetooth to scan other users and see what came up. The names that appeared left little doubt as to their owners’ intent. We found “Sensual,” whom we watched ride down an elevator, sit with two men, and leave. An Arabic phrase indicating lonesomeness and availability, as well as other less conspicuous names, lit up and dropped off over the course of 10 minutes or so.
Four Seasons pool area. Robert Johnson/Business Insider.
With hotel occupancy down to 15 percent since the revolution, bartenders will tell guests they don’t even know their hotel’s darker secrets. The rooms at the Four Seasons start at a couple hundred dollars a night, and I assumed the girls likely charged about the same as Megan. The bartender then gave me directions to another two locations where I’d find different selections at different times.
The first Bluetooth search pulled up Sensual, who wore sequin pants, and enormous amount of perfume and very tall heels. Robert Johnson/Business Insider.
Prostitution is illegal in Egypt, and charges against women are no joke. The men involved, meanwhile, basically walk away scot-free.
Back at the hotel, a quick web stats search showed a long list of websites devoted to the selling of sex in the city of Cairo. From about €350 (US$450) per hour to multiples of thousands for overnight stays or two-girl evenings, the demand seems clear.
As unseemly as all of this may be, it’s still better than the bogus wedding certificates the country now issues to wealthy Gulf men who “marry” girls as young as 13 straight from their parents homes, and whisk them off for a brief “honeymoon” before dropping them back off with a handful of cash.

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She could not continue this way much longer, with her memories and her dreams. Even with Duncan there to comfort her afterwards, she could not stand many more dreams.
She ran faster, the damp leaves swirled by autumn breezes into brief flurries, her footsteps firm upon the ground. When the Horsemen were dead, the dreams would stop. When they were dead, she could sleep. When they were dead, she would be free. When they were dead, it would all be over.
Outside the hotel, Cassandra finally stopped running, then bent slightly at the knees, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself before she went to their room. Maybe Dawson was back, maybe now they could find the Horsemen. She stretched again, then climbed the stairs to Duncan.
Dawson had returned from his weekly meeting with his beer supplier, and with his help Duncan and she did indeed find the Horsemen, or at least one of them. Cassandra recognized Caspian’s photo in the Watcher database. He was using the name Evan Caspari, and he was in an asylum for the criminally insane near the city of Bucharest. An asylum was a good place for him, for all of the Horsemen. A cemetery would be even better.
Cassandra and Duncan left immediately on a flight for Bucharest, only to find that Kronos and Methos had already been there. Caspian was gone. But the cell was not completely empty. Duncan found a matchbook on the floor, imprinted with the name of a hotel in Bordeaux. “Methos must have left it for us,” he said, over Cassandra’s protests. “Come on.”
She was still protesting after they boarded the airplane on their way to Bordeaux. “Why do you think Methos wants us to follow him, Duncan?”
“Maybe he needs our help,” Duncan said, trying to find room for his long legs in the small space between the seats.
“Help? Against his brothers?” Cassandra shook her head. “He’d never do that.”
“Cassandra, you told me what he was,” Duncan replied. “Even he told me what he was. But he’s changed. He’s been a good friend, to me and to others. And he was more than a friend to Alexa.”
“Who?” Cassandra asked.
“Alexa. She worked in Joe’s bar, and she was dying of cancer. Methos took her on a tour of the world, took her places she’d always wanted to see.” Duncan said softly, “He loved her, Cassandra, and he made her last months happy ones.”
Cassandra tossed her hair back from her face, then stared out the small window at the sea of white clouds below. Pretending to care was something else Methos was good at. It was part of the way he tamed women.
“He’s not a Horseman anymore,” Duncan insisted.
“You’d stake your life on that?” she asked, turning back to him. “Because that’s exactly what you’re doing. Trusting him with your life.”
“I’ve trusted him with my life before.”
Duncan fiddled with his seat belt, then said quietly, “And he’s saved my life, too. I wouldn’t have come out of the Dark Quickening if it hadn’t been for Methos.”
Cassandra waited, knowing he would talk more if she simply listened.
Duncan did not look at her. “He helped me . find myself again. He brought me my father’s sword, took me to a sacred spring in a cave. It was like fighting myself, another half of myself.” Duncan closed his eyes briefly at the memory, then admitted, “But when Methos first came to help me, I almost took his head.” His voice became quieter still, barely audible over the drone of the engines. “Like I took Sean’s.”
Cassandra reached over and took Duncan’s hand in her own. Sean Burns had been an psychologist, a kind, good, caring man. And a very, very rare kind of Immortal. He and Duncan had been friends for centuries. “It was the Darkness in you, Duncan,” she tried to reassure him. “Not you.”
“It’s still there,” he said, holding tight to her hand. “Still part of me. And I can still hear their voices. Even now.”
“Don’t you always?” Cassandra asked in surprise.
“No,” Duncan answered, surprised himself, looking at her. “Not after a day or two. You do?”
“Always,” she said, then whispered, “Even now.”
“How long has it been?” he asked, curiosity and concern overcoming Immortal rules of politeness.
“Since I took a head?” Cassandra forced her voice to lighten. “About fifteen hundred years.”
Duncan could only blink.
Cassandra added casually, “After a while, I hear them only at night, or when I’m tired. The last one was less than a hundred years old, and she took about twenty years to be quiet.”
There was silence, until Duncan asked her the question she did not want to hear. “How long do you think it’s going to take for Kronos to be quiet?”
It was her turn to look away, and she pulled her hand from his.
“Cassandra,” Duncan said, clearly worried for her, “he’s older than you are, maybe almost four thousand years old. If you take his head, you’ll go insane.”
“Maybe,” she admitted, wondering if she would be able to tell the difference. Kronos was already in her dreams. Would it matter if she heard his voice when she was awake, too? But it would. If she did go insane, if she became like Kronos, or like Roland. She could not let that happen. “Duncan, if . I do go insane, would you take my head?”
“Cassandra!” Duncan protested.

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In Phoenician temples women prostituted themselves for hire in the service of religion, believing that by this conduct they propitiated the goddess and won her favour. “It was a law of the Amorites. that she who was about to marry should sit in fornication seven days by the gate.”
At Byblus the people shaved their heads in the annual mourning for Adonis. Women who refused to sacrifice their hair had to give themselves up to strangers on a certain day of the festival, and the money they thus earned was devoted to the goddess.
A Greek inscription found at Tralles in Lydia proves that the practice of religious prostitution survived in that country as late as the second century of our era. It records of a certain woman, Aurelia Aemilia by name, not only that she herself served the god in the capacity of a harlot at his express command, but that her mother and other female ancestors had done the same before her; and the publicity of the record, engraved on a marble column which supported a votive offering, shows that no stain attached to such a life and such a parentage.
In Armenia the noblest families dedicated their daughters to the service of the goddess Anaitis in her temple at Acilisena, where the damsels acted as prostitutes for a long time before they were given in marriage. Nobody scrupled to take one of these girls to wife when her period of service was over.
Again the goddess Ma was served by a multitude of sacred harlots at Comana in Pontus, and crowds of men and women flocked to her sanctuary from the neighbouring cities and country to attend the biennial festivals or to pay their vows to the goddess.’ .
from The Golden Bough, Sir James Frazer, chapter XXXI.

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There are four bedrooms here, recently reduced from five to accommodate an office. A boy who calls himself Rita acts as receptionist, accountant and maitre d’ for the night.
The atmosphere is musty; the smell of polish barely conceals a whiff of something cooked a while ago. But it’s spotlessly clean, even if the flock wallpaper and cheap prints seem out of place for this salubrious west London address.
At any given time, up to 20 addresses in London offer escort and massage services for men, with men. Fifteen seem to stay the course and, of these, four are known for offering sex on the premises. There were five until last year, when the owner of ‘Rome, a few streets away from Kensington Town Hall, was jailed for credit card fraud. According to the Metropolitan Police, the last convictions for running a ‘disorderly house were brought in 1990 against two men who ran a gay sauna in Streatham (they were imprisoned for three and six months respectively).
Some of the boys here are actors between jobs, but there are also office workers who are into the gay club scene in a big way and who cannot finance this lifestyle solely out of a regular wage. Some are heterosexual and have girlfriends. There are variations in the hours that the boys are expected to work. Some of the houses allow the boys to drop in more or less when they like, although they are expected to stay at least five hours and to telephone in advance to check that they are needed. Others operate a more conventional shift system and boys are sent home if they are late for the start at noon or at 6pm. On a quiet weekend the boys will go home at midnight.

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I so supremely wanted this not to come up. My eyelids tighten, my mouth puckers to the left, and my head tilts, as though I’m asking her to clarify.
“When you said you’re attracted to me,” she continues.
“Oh, yeah,” I say. “That.”
Back in session three Lori was trying to build my self-esteem, the lack of which is one of the reasons I’m in treatment. Within the confines of my family, I’ve always been the biggest target of ridicule. We all throw verbal darts around as though we’re engaged in a massive, drunken tournament at a bar, but the most poisonous ones seem to hit me the most often, admittedly somewhat a consequence of my own sensitivity. I’ve been told it was historically all part of an effort to toughen me up, but instead I was filled with towering doubts about my own worth. And since 2012, when I gave up a stable, tenured teaching career for the wildly inconsistent life of a freelance writer, I’ve had great difficulty trusting my own instincts and capabilities. I told Lori that I wish I was better at dealing with life’s daily struggles instead of constantly wondering if I’ll be able to wade through the thick.
She quickly and convincingly pointed out that I work rather hard and am, ultimately, paying my bills on time, that I have friends, an appreciation for arts and culture, and so on. In short, I am, in fact, strong, responsible and “pretty good at life.”
Then Lori heightened the discussion a bit. “I also feel that it is your sensitivity that makes you a great catch out there in the dating world,” she said, to which I involuntarily smiled, blushed and quickly buried my chin in my chest. I was too insecure and too single to handle such a compliment from a beautiful woman.
“Why are you reacting that way?” Lori asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, only half looking up.
“Is it because you’re attracted to me?”
I laughed a little, uncomfortably. “How did you know?”
She gently explained she could tell the day I walked into her office for the first time, after I flashed a bright smile and casually asked where she was from.
Now, a week after dropping that bomb, Lori asks, “So, why haven’t we talked about it?”
“I was hoping to avoid it, I suppose.” I tell her the whole notion of having the hots for a therapist is such a sizable cliche that I was embarrassed to admit it. “For Christ’s sake,” I say, throwing my hands up, “Tony Soprano even fell in love with his therapist.”
Lori snorts, rolls her eyes. “I knew you were going to say that.”
I smile, shake my head and look around the room, denying acceptance of my own ridiculous reality.
“It’s OK,” Lori says, grinning. “We can talk about this in here.”
I look again at her stark blue eyes, prevalent under dark brown bangs, the rest of her hair reaching the top of her chest, which is hugged nicely by a fitted white tee under an open button-down. She jogs often, I’d come to find out, which explains her petite figure and ability to probably pull off just about any outfit of her choosing.
I still can’t speak, so she takes over.
“Do you think you’re the first client that’s been attracted to their therapist?” she asks rhetorically. “I’ve had other clients openly discuss their feelings, even their sexual fantasies involving me.”
“What?” I cackle, beginning to feel as though I’ve moseyed onto the set of a porno.
“It’s true,” she says, acknowledging her desk. “What’s yours? Do you bend me over and take me from behind?”
“If that’s what you’re thinking, it’s OK,” she goes on, earnestly, explaining that she’s discussed sexual scenarios with her clients before so as to “normalize” the behavior and not have them feel their own thoughts are unnatural. By showing the patient a level of acceptance, she hopes to facilitate a more comfortable atmosphere for “the work” — her painfully accurate pseudonym for psychotherapy.
I take a second to let the red flow out of my face, and ponder what she said. I’m a little unsure about this whole technique, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. So I go home, incredibly turned on and completely unashamed.
One of the great breakthroughs I’ve had in the thirteen months since I began seeing Lori (who agreed to participate in this article, but requested that her full name not be published) is a new ability to accept the existence of dualities in life. For instance, I’ve always had a tremendous sense of pride that, if it doesn’t straddle the line of arrogance, certainly dives into that hemisphere from time to time. I’m great at seeing flaws in others and propping myself up above them by smugly observing my character strengths. I’ve never liked that about myself, but the harder concept to grasp is the fact that I can be so egotistical while also stricken with such vast quantities of insecurity.
In treatment I came to realize that all people have contradictions to their personalities. There’s the insanely smart guy who can’t remotely begin to navigate a common social situation, the charitable girl who devotes all her time to helping strangers, but won’t confront issues in her own personal relationships. In my case, my extreme sensitivity can make me feel fabulous about the aspects of myself that I somehow know are good (my artistic tastes) and cause deep hatred of those traits I happen to loathe (the thirty pounds I could stand to lose).

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