NY Post Reporter Spends A Night With America’s First Legal Male Hooker

Once upon a time, Mandy Stadtmiller was the dating columnist at the New York Post. These days, she’s gone gonzo — becoming the story by flying to Las Vegas to rendezvous with our great nation’s first legal male prostitute, “Markus,” for today’s Post cover story. This ain’t American Gigolo; it’s something far more embarrassing.

Stadtmiller offered to experiment with her body to keep journalism alive, hitching a flight to Shady Lady Ranch, $500 cash advance in place, all to spend a night with the instantly legendary “25-year-old beefy ex-Marine” and premier male sex worker. From there, it’s trashier than a supermarket romance novel, but with a tad less intercourse:

So,” Markus says after leaning over and kissing my knee, “we’re going to get undressed and then take a shower. Then we can both inspect each other to make sure there are no discrepancies.”

Minutes later, as we’re standing naked in the shower, he’s examining me like a second-rate gynecologist and nodding.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, cooing that I’m “practically” an 8 or a 9. “Everything looks great down there.”

Oh. My. God.

OMG is right! Markus’ back story follows — a movie deal is certainly imminent — though humble he’s not, comparing himself to “Rosa Parks (‘I’m breaking through sexual segregation’) … Lady Gaga (‘I’m a performer’) [and] van Gogh (‘I’m an artist.).”

The real takeaway of the piece, however, is the term “prosti-dude.” It’s self-explanatory. He’s also a quote machine, assuring Stadtmiller that he’s “not a hooker,” but a “surrogate lover.” And the money shot?

Now, to answer the question on your mind: No. I did not sleep with him.

It was like a bad second date. That cost $500.

But there’s one last nagging question: Is the Post cheating on Ashley Dupré?

Meet “Markus” the first legal male prostitute [New York Post]