AIDS & STDs in Thailand
What nightlife entertainment areas? There aren't any in U.S.
There are prostitutes who are too expensive for most guys. You contact them by phoning from their ads in the newspaper, or go to massage parlor(not like LOS, can't get real massage there), or get phone number from internet.
As far as getting HIV from a prostitute here, the rates of infection in prostitutes in US is very low. You would be taking a risk for HIV if you drove to the ghetto(no entertainment areas there) in a big city, Oakland for example,and picked up a heroin addict form a street corner. Of course, you would be crazy to do it, because the immediate risk to your life would be greater than the risk of dying later from AIDS.
I once picked up a girl on a chat line. Made what I thought was a regular date with her. Went to her house to meet her. Decent neighborhood, and when she got in my car I was pleased. She was a black girl, very, very pretty and dressed nice, not slutty. But as the evening unfolded, I found out that the house she lived in was a halfway house for recovering addicts with babies(she had two). It turns out she was having a relapse. She talked me into taking her to a "friend's" house. Still not suspecting, I complied with her wish.
She had me wait outside in the car. By the looks of the neighborhood, I knew something was fishy. When she returned to the car, she was obviously flying high. She said let's go get a motel room. My little head said yes before my big head could object. The first motel we went to, they wouldn't rent me a room, because the guy saw who I was with. He said, "no way. I know her from before. don't want that kind of trouble around here."
Still too horny to have any sense, I told myself, "not to worry. I can take care of myself." The next motel we pulled up to, there was a gang on the corner. She said, "Don't worry. You're with me." We parked the car, and she wallked over to them, and said, "Be cool. He's with me."
Inside the motel we drank a lot of liquor. We got along for a while, but then when it got time to get down and dirty, she wanted a lot of money. We argued. About everything. About how ****ed-up white people are. About how she needed to buy diapers, etc., for her babies. About how she shouldn't be doing crack, she was suppose to be in recovery. About how much her babysitter cost her. She left and came back. I was a little scared, but we did reach an agreement after awhile. Her body was fine, but the sex was crazy, 'cause she was insane. Part of our agreement was that when I left, she could have the room to party the rest of the night with her drug gang buddies.
When she kissed me good night, she smiled sweetly and said to me, "When you go to your car, don't say anything to anyone. I told them you're OK and would give us the room. I knew you would cause I could tell you're alright. You're lucky I like you, because if I didn't, they would just take your car and all your money and if you tried to fight, they would kill you."
I smiled at her, kissed her again, and said, "Thanks, Baby, I sure am glad you like me." On the way home, I was happy to be alive, happy to not be horny anymore, and most of all, happy that she liked me!
Funny thing, but the risk of HIV infection never crossed my mind!!