I thought it best to ask the experts... True Story:

I got together with several collage buddies in Vegas few years back. This was before my TER knowledge. We were prominent in our professions, but still budget conscious. So we collectively decided on a inexpensive hotel that had nice large suites, with bar and the works on the edge of town near the airport. We wanted to save money for the other activities we had planned. Smart or so we thought. We partied hearty that first night because we were just happy to have everyone together. Second night we got adventurous and wanted to call some escorts over. (Mind you this was our first trip to Vegas...) So I got the bright idea to pick up some collateral and flyers that littered the streets like snow in Buffalo and started making phone calls. My rookie ass thought the pics would actually reflect what the babes would look like. Each of us had at least 500 bones to blow on this enterprise. We thought we were pretty hip, good looking guys
so we weren't going to settle for babes we could pick up back home with no money, and we definately didn't want Black chicks because we could pull nice sisters at home.(We got game) We wanted what was out of our reach. We wanted gorgeous white babes across the board. Being from Chicago, we were familiar with the concept of profiling. So we knew that talking on the phone we had to speak in a convincing Caucasian manner. For white people who don't know this, Black people have to talk a certain way sometimes so we don't give away the fact that we are Black. It's called the "white person voice" first we take the base out of our voice, then be sure to pronunciate properly, and be sure to speak from the nose instead of the chest. No slang! Impress your Black friends with this insider info. Anyway... Because we were plastered this became increasingly difficult, because each time I was ready to close the deal, somebody would yell out from their stupor "We be wantin' some fine white bitches!" or something to that effect, to totally disrupt the plan. Finally, after stuffing socks in the mouths of my more beligerent partners, the ruse was complete. I was asked where we were staying during this process. I said something like "the FABULOUS  LeGRANDE Days Inn on Low End Road." Trying to put more glitz and glamour,on a baloney sandwich. Each time, the agency sent skank after skank. Crackhead black ones, white ones with no teeth, you know the deal. We would keep sending them back searching for Penthouse and all we'd get was Outhouse. My caucasian voice is a thing of beauty. I sounded just like a TV weather man. Non-theatening and every thing. Was the hotel the giveaway? or Does that matter when you call? I'd made several mistakes I wouldn't make today, since TER. But I'm still curious about the location factor.

Please expound on my mistakes, I am eager to learn from the knowledgable.

Peace Imhotep