I go out late at night looking for hookers to spend time with.

I drive around the usual areas after midnight, feeling that mix of nerves and excitement. When I see one that catches my eye, I pull over so we can talk and agree on a price. Then we head somewhere private, like a cheap motel or a secluded place so we can do it in my car.

The whole thing is risky as fuck, but I never forget to bring a condom! The last thing I need in my life right now is to explain to the wife why I suddenly have a mysterious rash or a surprise baby nine months later. Nothing kills the mood faster than imagining that awkward conversation.

It's the thrill of the unknown that keeps pulling me back, even if my brain is screaming "bad idea" the entire time.