People should know. Between pandemics and before the Apocalypse, people should find out. Why would beautiful, intelligent women pay upwards of $1,200 to spend a night with the cover-illustrated clown gigolo, self-described as "just a skinny guy with a big dick"? Who are these women? Are they amongst you? Or are you one of them? What transpires?
How does one become a clown gigolo should you or a loved one decide to choose that path? Vicariously romp with Sugar Weasel through his bawdy, horrifying, yet laugh-out-loud escapades, and absorb his mnage trois etiquette advice. In the privacy of your own home kick back in your favorite recliner, learn all about ball gags and Ben wa balls, and when-and when not to-wear white pancake makeup on your personal balls, if you have balls and should become so inclined. He's vulgar yet classy, and his secrets are revealed between these covers. But what you will find most captivating is the poignant, unforgettable story of the brilliant, tortured man beneath the makeup.
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