Imagine being a hemp-selling derelict living in a communal craphole in Berkeley, getting dragged out to a neighborhood all the way across the bay for sex with some old man who smells of mothballs, who also happens to be tremendously wealthy, and then told you’re only getting 50 bucks for your trouble.
Perfectly understandable. Maybe he expected 55 bucks.
always tip the rentboy
besides
david seems pretty low rent
paul can afford better
paul should call eliott spitzer about high end trade