I’m sweaty, stinky and pumped from listening to “lite-romance” radio. The Post had to have a go at this gigolo.Ī $500 cash advance, an overnight flight to Vegas and a 2 1/2-hour car ride later, I arrive at the brothel. This month, as Nevada anointed the country’s first-ever legal male prostitute - in the form of “Markus,” a 25-year-old beefy ex-Marine - it became incredibly clear that one thing had to happen immediately. Who would hire the first legal male hooker in the country?Ī desperate spinster? A lonely divorcee? A New York Post reporter on undercover assignment?Īnswer: All of the above.
