I'm similar to TCM, had done the odd search for "escorts" online and they usually came up at £200ph - not for me. Otherwise street corner druggies, the usual bunkum peddled by TPTB.
After my second LTR split up I started having Thai massages with HE, in Germany, but never thought I'd "stoop so low" as to resort to 'common prostitutes'. Then had a BJ from one woman, then fucked her as she was clearly up for it and needed extra cash.
Not too long after that found a German version of AW and arranged to meet a very friendly Polish girl, in Jan 2013 - had a brilliant time, but felt pretty queer afterwards esp when she didn't respond to any emails or anything. I wrote 5000 words about it at the time.
THEN I discovered AW and arranged to meet a Hungarian girl in Luton. This brought on severe attacks of guilt etc, I saw her as an exploited sex worker with a husband and young child at home, and even wrote to Dear Deidre in the Sun. However to assuage my conscience, next trip I arranged to meet her again - but not to have sex, just a pastoral visit to follow up and say I hoped she was OK etc. I had visions of pimps and recording equipment in the room etc.
This conversation duly happened, and was going very well, with her sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking very friendly and doing her best to answer my questions and put me at ease - until she said she loved sex and it had been absolutely fine the previous time ... at that point searing torrents of lust shot upwards into my head, knocking my eyes backwards in their sockets in the process, I blurted out, " Oh, OK then, if that's OK ...?", went to the bathroom for a quick cleanup then shagged her rotten - since then it's been fantastic fun every since and never looked back.