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My kitten, McDuff, who shows a clear preference for Conor, acknowledged me haughtily as she dug through her own feces for the third time that night. Conor was out with some Irish ex-pats with whom he connected over a mutual love of tag rugby and barstools. Those were usually the nights when we would inadvertently meet each other at the door to the apartment building around ; he would often haphazardly attempt to hold the door open for me and I would equally haphazardly attempt to carry him up to our apartment.
On any given night of the week, there are between 30 to 50 escort agencies operating in Toronto. Each of these agencies employs between 15 to 40 girls. Typical traditional methods include spending thousands of dollars on a photographer and website, answering e-mails, texts and phone calls around the clock, hastily dealing with perverts trying to spend your valuable time as a free-phone sex line and maintaining a downtown in-call location, which may cost hundreds of thousands of dollars if you own it.
The unsuspected methods, for those escorts who choose not to advertise overtly, include connecting to wealthy clientele through personal networking, which means you have to go to gallery openings, financial fetes, benefits and high-profile, high-visibility chambers of power to build a portfolio of clients.
Which is not to say, quite literally, that all of this effort does anything but pay dividends. The rule that sometimes a professional girlfriend has to watch Entourage reruns at home on a Saturday night with her kitten, who produces poop and contempt in equal measure. The cause of my empty purse that night was just the most basic element of economic theory.