I look at myself in the bathroom mirror.  It's nice of John to say that I'm the cutest girl he's ever fucked.  That's quite a compliment, considering that he's fucked so many women.  He is such a pervert that he's turned me into one.  Wait.  Oh, shit!  That makes me a pervert.   This won't do!  "John!  Hey John!”
Tina flies out of the bathroom shouting my name.  I dash into the room from the balcony.  "What?"
"Are we perverts?”
"Huh?"
"You heard me.  Are we?”
"Are we what?"
"Perverts!”
"Why, what do you want to try now?"
"No, not that, you perv.  I want to know if we are perverted or if other people are just... totally repressed sexually?”
"Oh, I see.  That depends."
"Depends on what?”
"Your datum."
"What the fuck are you talking about.  I'm a model not a nerd.  Speak to me in plain fucking English.”
"Look at it this way, if 'normal' people are... like the Amish, then we are clearly devils.  However, if 'normal' people are like Little Lisa, then we're practically angels."
"Of course, I understand that.  Shit, there are prudes out there that would have us arrested, while Little Lisa probably thinks we have no imagination or sense of adventure.  What I want to know is, do YOU think we are perverts?”
"I simultaneously hold two opposite feelings in my heart.  On the one hand, I am boggled by my fortune of kinky lovers, and on the other hand, I'm disappointed at all the things I haven't tried yet."
"So do you think we are perverts or not?”
"I think we should pursue anything that we fancy, without consideration for any labels or judgment."
"So you think we are perverts.”
"I think we should try to be whatever we want to be."
"How do we do that?”
"Can we try it in your butt?"
"Sure, do you have the olive oil?  Is it extra-virgin?”
[Excerpt from the book: ESCORT - The True Story of an Orange County Call Girl]