Back when I was married, if I had undertaken an expedition like this, it might have been awkward to explain why I was sitting in the parking lot at LACMA on a Saturday afternoon sending text messages to beautiful Korean women. No more, however. As it was, this was my first reconnaissance of the erotic recreational interior places of the Miracle Mile, and I had my research materials with me, a list of names and phone numbers taken from TER reviews. I texted inquiries to three numbers, and waited. One booker did not have availability until late afternoon. One did not respond at all. One responded that Jisu was available in two hours and asked for references. Wonderful—she had been my first choice. I texted back my TER information and the names and numbers of three references, one Korean from Orange County. “How may I help you?” the booker responded within a few minutes. Oh, if you only knew, I thought.