There's a few reasons I hate Second Life. One: it's the only possible subject that could give Wagner "The" James "Grid" Au validity as a journalist. Two: pieces like this, "The Best Little Whorehouses in Second Life."

Think badly written softcore porn, only in which the buxom babes being seduced are fat, middle-aged gay men pretending to be women. And they're not being seduced; they're being paid.

Here's a sneak peak:

Fantasy Escorts breaks me in gently, with it's country club atmosphere, and familiar girls. One of the regulars, Lyndsay, was - long ago now - my very first intro to the world of party-on-demand , and so I return. My luck's in, because Lyndsay is here, in scarlet mini, ripe and ready to pluck. I watch for a while as she greases the pole, then I ask her to grant me the same favor.

As we go up to her room, I remember why Lyndsay is my appetizer of choice - sweet, gentle on the tongue, and easy on the stomach. "Tell me what you want, baby" she croons, and I know that whatever I ask for, I will get. Thirty minutes later, I'm drained but exhilarated. It's begun.

Ugh. It's like reading Wagner James Au's Saturday night "Dear Diary" entry. Just kidding, Wag! Florian Eckhardt

The Best Little Whorehouses in Second Life [Yes But No But Yes]

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