Prostitutes Love Wrestling
It seems that, even for the most money-minded of prostitutes, some things are more important than a sexual contract. Like decent entertainment, for instance. But one can understand why:
Most evenings at the club are fairly routine for the women. They arrive at 8pm, talk to girlfriends for a spell, sip a drink, and wait for the seamen. When the sailors arrive, they sidle up next to them to chat, dance, drink, smoke, and laugh and caress. (Or they sit alone, neglected). This lasts for hours. If prospects are good, a woman will try to negotiate a sexual contract with a guy. If she's lucky, she'll get it and they'll go off for sex. And hopefully get paid a decent fee. More often than not, though, the night ends without a contract and stumbles into a cab for a lift home alone.
While there are plenty of opportunities for surprise and drama within this nocturnal routine, it can get pretty boring. So when a good diversion comes around—like hip-hop white-boy John Cena bodyslamming his way to victory at Wrestlemania—they don't miss it.
Many of the women watch daytime soapies like The Bold and The Beautiful and Days of Our Lives. Many also catch South African evening soaps like 7de Laan (in Afrikaans), Backstage and Egoli.
But the weekly wrestling shows like Raw, Velocity and Smackdown also provide narrative satisfaction due to their slick presentations, athletic feats, beefcake voyeurism, and sheer muscularity. American "professional" wrestling is like a soapie on steroids, complete with good guys, bad guys, and all other sorts of interesting characters. For working-class prostitutes, what's not to like?!