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Top Thirty Facts

Vin Diesel once walked down the street with a massive erection. There were no survivors.

If you rearrange the letters in Vin Diesel it reveals his credo: “I End Lives.”

There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Vin Diesel allows to live.

There is no “I” in team. There are two “I”s in Vin Diesel. Fuck you, team.

Even Vin Diesel doesn’t know why no fact has a rating of 9 or above.

When Vin Diesel goes to donate blood, he declines the syringe, and instead requests a hand gun and a bucket.

In an average living room there are 1,242 objects Vin Diesel could use to kill you, including the room itself.

Vin Diesel has always been able to find Waldo, except for one time. He found himself stumped on the last page of Where’s Waldo Now?, not being able to find the Waldo without a shoe. He threw the book down and screamed, “This is BULLSHIT!” They’re all wearing shoes.” He then proceeded to eat the book and exclaim, “IF I CAN’T FIND WALDO, THEN NO ONE CAN!” The book he ate belonged to a child that he had borrowed it from. The child began to cry and Vin ate him for good measure. The incident has since been refered to as Christmas.

Vin Diesel can win a game of Monopoly without owning any property.

Vin Diesel is the reason why Waldo is hiding.

Vin Diesel once beat Super Mario Bros 3 without even touching his Nintendo controller. He just yelled at his TV in between bites of his “Filet of Child” sandwich, and the game beat itself out of fear.

Vin Diesel is the only man to ever defeat a brick wall in a game of tennis.

When Vin Diesel was born, the nurse said, “Holy crap! That’s Vin Diesel!” Then she had had sex with him. At that point, she was the third girl he had slept with.

Vin Diesel has two speeds: walk and kill.

When Vin Diesel jumps into a body of water, he doesn’t get wet. The water gets Vin instead.

Vin Diesel played Russian Roulete with a fully loaded gun and won.

Vin Diesel coined the phrase, “I could eat a Horse” after he ate every last unicorn in existence.

Vin Diesel can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night.

If you were to lock Vin Diesel in a room with a guitar, a year later you would have the greatest album ever, it would sweep the Grammy’s. When asked why he doesn’t do this Vin replied “Because Grammy’s are for queers.” then he ate a knife to show the seriousness of his response.

Vin Diesel was the hunter who shot Bambi’s Mother. He then wore her carcass like it was a coat while he made his rounds at the local children’s hospital.

It takes 14 puppeteers to make Vin Diesel smile, but only 2 to make him destroy an orphanage.

Vin Diesel is not lactose intolerant, he just refuses to put up with lactose’s shit.

Vin Diesel’s hair is too afraid of him to grow.

On his birthday, Vin Diesel selects one lucky child to be thrown into the sun.

Vin Diesel can divide by zero.

In fine print at on the last page of the Guiness Book of World Records it notes that all world records are held by Vin Diesel, and those listed in the book are simply the closest anyone has ever come to matching him.

You are what you eat. That is why Vin Diesel’s diet consists entirely of bricks, steel, and the tears of small children.

Magnetic compasses do not point toward true North - they point in the direction of Vin Diesel. He just likes to sit on a lawn chair and shout, “Jackets are for pussies!” at the Acrtic researchers.

Vin Diesel doesn’t believe in rubber condoms. Instead, he sticks his penis in a girl, and uses that girl as a condom while fucking another.

It takes Vin Diesel 20 minutes to watch 60 Minutes.

Top Thirty Mr. T Facts

World champion eater Takeru Kobayashi once ate 53.5 hot dogs in 12 minutes. Allotted the same time, Mr. T ate Kobayashi.

Mr. T’s edition of the VH1 show ‘Where Are They Now’ was the shortest in the show’s history. It was 10 seconds long, and consisted of a black screen with the words “Right Behind You” written on it.

When Mr. T does his laundry, Snuggles the fabric softening bear jumps off the label on the bottle and hides in fear of being pitied.

Mr. T is allergic to doorknobs. That’s why he can only kick through doors.

Mr T., after many years of market testing and demographic researching, finally decided to enter the fashion world and produce his own line of custom purses. Despite promising projected sales, his company soon shut down after the introduction of their motto, “Women love the T-bag”.

The vegetarian group PETA one time tried to establish the catchprase “We PETA the fool who eats animals.” Upon learning of this blatant theft of his catch phrase, Mr. T founded McDonalds.

Originally the A-Team was named T-Team and consisted of Mr. T and six of his genetically engineered clones driving around in a van made of pure gold. Producers changed the format after every criminal known to man was killed in the pilot episode.

Mr. T invented Asian people, because he thinks they’re cute and don’t take up much room.

There is a 11th commandment, edited out of the Bible, that says “None of the above applies to Mr. T.”

Mr. T once got into a fight with a ninja. He killed the ninja, but only after the ninja had cut off two of his fingers. Those fingers grew up to be Gary Coleman and Webster.

Mr. T got all of his golden jewelry from defeating Misters A through S in hand-to-hand combat and collecting it off of their dead remains. Kinda like that movie “The One”, only except there’s a lot less jibba jabba and fewer fools.

Remember, only you can prevent forest fires. But also remember that you can’t do shit, because Mr. T is the one who starts them, and no one can stop that crazy fool.

Mr. T knows the muffin man; he had sex his wife.

The reason there are no known photographs in existence of a young Mr. T is that he is over 835 years old, and therefore pre-dates cameras. His age is attributed to Death being too scared of Mr. T to come for him. He tried once, but was pitied like a fool, so went looking instead for the next ‘T’ in his book, Thomas Beckett.

Small animals find Mr. T irresistable and can be found playing in his mohawk. Mr. T tolerates them because “they don’t give me no lip.”

Mr T defines love as the reluctance to murder. If you’re still alive, it’s because
Mr T loves you.

When Mr. T puts on his dancing shoes, you better f-ing run.

If at the exact same moment, the same person was pitied by Mr. T and roundhouse kicked by Chuck Norris, the universe would implode.

As a kid, Mr. T loved to play the game of Hot Potato. Of course, he didn’t play with a regular potato. Rather, Mr. T preferred playing with a live hand grenade. Mr. T pities the fool who’s no good at hot potato.

Mr. T was once clocked at 100 fps. That’s 100 fools pitied a second.

Mr. T once had so many fools to pitty that he didn’t know what to do with them all. So he created Chuck Norris, from one of his ribs and a pound of gold, to roundhouse kick the surplus of fools in the face.

Mr. T’s autobiography, “So Many Fools, Not Enough Pity,” was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for its heartwarming and inspiring tales of Mr. T overcoming his fear of flying, and his battle with gold-addiction–as well the sweet tutorial on how to install machine-gun turrets on top of a GMC van using a welding torch, a 55-gallon drum, chicken wire, and skim milk.

There is a commonly told story talking about how Mr T. entered into a Mr. T look-alike contest and came in 3rd. This is obviously not true, because nobody would be alive to tell the tale after the amount of pitying that would have taken place.

When asked what a pitying feels like, Mr. T responded “Rip off your own genetalia”.

Chuck Norris and Vin Diesel are actually the names Mr T has given to his testicles. The ability of his balls to make movies has saved Mr T the bother of earning a living himself for the past 20 years.

Mr. T showers in gas chambers.

Most people believe the chemical formula for what sustains life is H2O, when in fact it is MrT + 2JPf. The ionic bond between JibbaJabba and PityingFools is so great that if one attempts to split that molecule, Chuck Norris jumps from a flaming truck and roundhouse kicks that person in the teeth.

Chuck Norris once challenged Vin Diesel to an arm wrestling match. Mr. T won.

Like Harrison Ford, Mr. T was discovered on the set of his breakthrough film Rocky III while a carpenter in the props department. Mr. T won his role after being spotted resizing lengths of two-by-four by smashing them over his head, hammering nails in with his bare hands, and giving orphans advice on how to bond with their new foster mothers.

The gold in Mr. T’s chains is actually 48 carat gold. It is the purest element in the universe and was made by King Midas. Only Mr. T can touch 48 carat gold without being vaporzied instantly.

Top Thirty Facts about Chuck Norris

Chuck Norris’ tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

Chuck Norris once roundhouse kicked someone so hard that his foot broke the speed of light, went back in time, and killed Amelia Earhart while she was flying over the Pacific Ocean.

Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother’s womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard.

Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn’t stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

Chuck Norris does not have AIDS but he gives it to people anyway.

Chuck Norris’s girlfriend once asked him how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. He then shouted, “HOW DARE YOU RHYME IN THE PRESENCE OF CHUCK NORRIS!” and ripped out her throat. Holding his girlfriend’s bloody throat in his hand he bellowed, “Don’t fuck with Chuck!” Two years and five months later he realized the irony of this statement and laughed so hard that anyone within a hundred mile radius of the blast went deaf.

Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK’s head exploded out of sheer amazement.

When Chuck Norris plays Oregon Trail his family does not die from cholera or dysentery, but rather roundhouse kicks to the face. He also requires no wagon, since he carries the oxen, axels, and buffalo meat on his back. He always makes it to Oregon before you.

Chuck Norris recently had the idea to sell his urine as a canned beverage. We know this beverage as Red Bull.

Chuck Norris was the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift of “beard”. Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other Wisemen, jealous of Jesus’ obvious gift favoritism, used their combined influence to have Chuck omitted from the Bible. Shortly after all three died of roundhouse kick related deaths.

Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

To prove it isn’t that big of a deal to beat cancer. Chuck Norris smoked 15 cartons of cigarettes a day for 2 years and aquired 7 different kinds of cancer only to rid them from his body by flexing for 30 minutes. Beat that, Lance Armstrong.

The original theme song to the Transformers was actually “Chuck Norris–more than meets the eye, Chuck Norris–robot in disguise,” and starred Chuck Norris as a Texas Ranger who defended the earth from drug-dealing Decepticons and could turn into a pick-up. This was far too much awesome for a single show, however, so it was divided.

Chuck Norris has yet to get a Jeopardy question wrong. Jesus has missed two.

A man once asked Chuck Norris if his real name is “Charles”. Chuck Norris did not respond, he simply stared at him until he exploded.

Chuck Norris once shot a German plane down with his finger, by yelling, “Bang!”

Chuck Norris lives by only one rule: No Asian Chicks.

The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.

Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.

Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and saying “booya”.

If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can’t see Chuck Norris you may be only seconds away from death.

Chuck Norris once went to a frat party, and proceeded to roundhouse every popped collar in sight. He then drank three kegs and shit on their floor, just because he’s Chuck Norris.

After much debate, President Truman decided to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima rather than the alternative of sending Chuck Norris. His reasoning? It was more “humane”.

When Chuck Norris’s wife burned the turkey one Thanksgiving, Chuck said, “Don’t worry about it honey,” and went into his backyard. He came back five minutes later with a live turkey, ate it whole, and when he threw it up a few seconds later it was fully cooked and came with cranberry sauce. When his wife asked him how he had done it, he gave her a roundhouse kick to the face and said, “Never question Chuck Norris.”

Chuck Norris doesn’t understand why you should consult your doctor if your erection lasts for more than 4 hours. His erections have been known to last for up to 15 days.

Chuck Norris found out about Conan O’Brien’s lever that shows clips from “Walker: Texas Ranger” and is working on a way to make it show clips of Norris having sex with Conan’s wife.

Chuck Norris punched a woman in the vagina when she didn’t give him exact change.

Chuck Norris was working out in the gym with one of his daughter-in-laws. In an attempt to impress Norris, she started to train really hard. When she asked Chuck if he was impressed, he replied with “Weights don’t hit back” and broke her neck with a roundhouse.

Hellen Keller’s favorite color is Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress.

With thanksgiving season upon us I thought I would share with the masses my infamous turkey bowl recipe. First, someone must cook a complete turkey dinner with all the trimmings and there must be many leftovers. After all of that is done…

1- Start by picking out a large bowl (preferably clean)
2- Pick out two large pieces of turkey (I prefer white meat) and cut into bite-sized pieces. Then put in bowl
3- Scoop into the bowl two scoops of mashed potatoes
4- Add as much stuffing as you like. I like lots so here goes
5- Add as much gravy as you need to make a nice slurry, or a stew-like consistency. If you like gravy, you may want to go for more of a soup like consistency.
6- Stir all ingredients together, and season with Salt and Pepper to taste.
7- Eat with spoon, and experience all of the bowl’s deliciousness. Enjoy!

This particular recipe has too many to count calories, and is not for the dieters or faint of heart. It’s a feel good, stick to your ribs kind of meal. You can mix it up and add other ingredients as you’d like, but it would not be an original T-bowl.

I’ve pretty much come to terms that Jon Symons is the only person that reads this blog, and I want to say that this is ok with me. I have succumbed to the realization that my words/thoughts/ideas at this stage in my life cannot really affect anything/anyone. It is kind of like our own secret mental affair that he can read my thoughts and gain insight into the chaos that is my life. That sounds like home to me.

Today I started back at the old Alma Mater- woo hoo!! It all came back to me how much I detest the first couple weeks of school. From the posers, to the nerds, to the preps, to those who take themselves far too seriously. I realized today how many observations/assumptions that I make of people. Maybe it is because I don’t like to look internally, or is it beacuse it is easier to judge others, reagardless of my verbal diarrhea, the point I am trying to make rather bumbly is that watching others flit around in their little ‘box’ lives as I like to call them I realized once again, a prevalent theme in today’s day brought to you by the letter Q and the number 6, is that how small our worlds are. I have come to recognize that my life consists of work, school, sleeping, eating, nothing, more work, and general shit. Do I think my life is important? On the contrary my good man. Do the people I observe from a far. Of course they do, if they didn’t why yould I be writing this? Geez, how predictable I know. These people live out their box lives and will spend all of their lives mostly living within 25 kilometres f where they were born, and will end up basically where their parents are or perhaps better, it’s a crapshoot. Your life becomes defined by your repetative schedule and indulgances of self-importance, instead of by the acts they do. You basically live in a box allowing people in, but not really. It’s like the boomarang effect. Your life is cyclic and always comes back to you. I wonder if everyone who thinks they are are actually at the centre of the universe what would happen to their centres of gravity, or gravitational pull? How are people attracted to their high maintenance pull/lives? It hurts my head to try to understand such a phenemenon. It must be this tremendous act that cause natural disasters, climate changes, overall terribly heinous acts to grave to pause a second breath/type upon. If these people are at the centre of the world then why do they cause a black hole effect. They suck in/attract weak objects/people like flies to honey. The insecurities of one shelters the weak from their own, and helps them to seek refuge from their own lives.

Now writing this makes me think how could a girl of only twenty one pure years become so cynical? I question you to look at me, then look at yourselves and ask why am I not? Have I been jaded by years of abuse? mistreatment? or am I just some old fogey re-incarnated to spread the cynical, pessimistic word out to all you youngin’s. I don’t know. I started to think back as far as I could go and have decided that I have always been kind of a dark cloud. I am not a very positive person, yet think of myself as a realist. A realist? What the hell does that mean? It means my interpretation of what I see/say/think/do is done with the purest of intentions, and see the world/peoples intentions/motives for what they are. I know that stores offer sales so taht you will buy more shit than you ever would need. Who needs a four pack of pianos anyways? Yet we all continue to live our consumer-driven lives, only allowing for self-introspection when something shakes up our routine monotonous existances. Even if we come to the conclusion that we are living a farce, I ask is it easier to change the pattern or continue to live the lie as it is working for you so far? Hmmm
much contemplation is needed. Will ponder and post my thoughts at a different time.

Much hoped inner contemplation to all.

I have decided that I love chicken wings. Most especially hot wings. I love a tangy hot sauce. I think it is the vinegar, or the sinus clearing chilies, or maybe the smooth redness of it all. After sampling some tasty wings at Carlos & Murphys yesterday I achieved a moment of clarity. One similar to my sausage epiphony. It was a beautiful moment in which nothing could ruin my love for the wings of chicken.

**********side note******************* Too much of the spicy hot wings can reek havoc on your innerds and cause projectile diarrhea and stain the bowl!

I have decided that I have no patience for inefficiency. I, being the sloth that I am find this to be rather intriguing. All day long working with the slowest waste of human potential, so dumb it hurts to even think about it, now I know we cannot all be as gifted as some, but come on people! Inefficiency is to me as scratching nails on a chalkboard is to others. I think it is because I hate doing things that involves a lot of effort or energy so I conserve by being uber-efficient. Less energy spent doing a job faster = more time to sleep! If I know it can be done faster it slays me to see it being done slowly!

Yesterday my hetero lifemate, my meat, and I went to see ” IT’s all gone Pete Tong” thanks to Darris, and did we see the funniest events unfold. It is these events that have inspired the thought of the day: BE NICE TO YOUR HOOKER! There was the greasiest old man at the premiere, who happened to plop ‘er down right in front of me. What comedic luck. He had brought with him to a free movie premiere his hooker. Or more politely his transient lover, pay-for-play, street walker, prostitute, call girl, B-girl, harlot, hustler, lady of the evening, scarlet woman, whore, or working girl.
A funny aside from dictionary.com: Word History: In his Personal Memoirs Ulysses S. Grant described Maj. Gen. Joseph Hooker as “a dangerous man… not subordinate to his superiors.” Hooker had his faults. He may indeed have been insubordinate; he was undoubtedly an erratic leader. But “Fighting Joe” Hooker is often accused of one thing he certainly did not do: he did not give his name to prostitutes. According to a popular story, the men under Hooker’s command during the Civil War were a particularly wild bunch, and would spend much of their time in brothels when on leave. For this reason, as the story goes, prostitutes came to be known as hookers. However attractive this theory may be, it cannot be true. The word hooker with the sense “prostitute” is already recorded before the Civil War. As early as 1845 it is found in North Carolina, as reported in Norman Ellsworth Eliason’s Tarheel Talk; an Historical Study of the English Language in North Carolina to 1860, published in 1956. It also appears in the second edition of John Russell Bartlett’s Dictionary of Americanisms, published in 1859, where it is defined as “a strumpet, a sailor’s trull.” Etymologically, it is most likely that hooker is simply “one who hooks.” The term portrays a prostitute as a person who hooks, or snares, clients.

Back to the story. So there is a man there with his ‘lady’ who was of aboriginal descent who was quite obviously high on some snuff. She was so high shw would just start yelling out stuff. It was quite a sight. The ‘lady’ kept asking the guy what his name was and dancing around to the music. In the beginning of the film, as Frankie Wilde is a DJ, there is a long musical, mainly dance club music, interlude at which point the ‘lady’ decided to dance. At one point the music volume lowers and the ‘lady’ was just dancing away whilst the rest of the theatre was laughing at her. Her dancing was too vigorous that people around her kept moving spots.
Eventually about twenty minutes in she could not concentrate and had to leave, rather noisily. The man was pissed cause he probably hadn’t seen a movie in a while and had spent all of his money on her lucrative ’services’. He reluctantly got up and left for his well paid services. Which brings me to the moral of the story: BE NICE TO YOUR HOOKER. Don’t just bang them, take them out. Show them the finer things in life as hookers are people too, not just expensive diseased sexual partners. She was probably a hooker with a heart of gold, purest of intentions, who is just down and out on her luck.

HOOKER WITH A HEART OF GOLD:

The hooker with a heart of gold (also the whore with a heart of gold or the tart with a heart) is a stock character in which a fallen woman, a prostitute who sells sex for cash or drugs, is in fact a kindly and internally wholesome person. This character is often a pivotal, but peripheral, character in literature and motion pictures, usually giving key advice or serving as a go-between. She is sometimes established in contrast to another female character who is morally perfect but frigid or otherwise unyielding. The stereotype owes a debt to Mary Magdalene.

A variation on the theme, the stripper with a heart of gold, is a tamer version of the character, a stripper and sex worker but not a prostitute.

Examples
Donna Beck on All My Children
Calpurnia in I, Claudius
Gloria (Doris Dowling) in “The Lost Weekend”
Iris Steensma (Jodie Foster) in Taxi Driver
Lana (Rebecca De Mornay) in Risky Business
Linda Ash (Mira Sorvino) in Mighty Aphrodite
Ophelia (Jamie Lee Curtis) in Trading Places
Poppy (Sissy Spacek) in Prime Cut
Rose in the song “Bed of Roses” by the Statler Brothers
Sera (Elisabeth Shue) in Leaving Las Vegas
Inara Serra (Morena Baccarin) in “Firefly”
Chandramukhi (Madhuri Dixit) in Devdas
Vivian Ward (Julia Roberts) in Pretty Woman, that also shares traits of Cinderella and the Pygmalion myth.
Never on Sunday shows a somewhat different character

List of famous prostitutes and courtesans
This is a list of famous prostitutes and courtesans:

Real-life and historical
Brenda Allen, 1940s Los Angeles madam
Aspasia, hetaera companion of Pericles
Laura Bell, the “Queen of London whoredom”
Theresa Berkeley, 19th-century dominatrix
Divine Brown, caught in a compromising situation with Hugh Grant
Sydney Biddle Barrows, the Mayflower Madam
Annie Chapman, one of the “canonical five” victims of Jack the Ripper
Claudia Drexelius, German prostitute exposed through national TV
Heidi Fleiss, the Hollywood Madam
Nell Gwynne, courtesan to Charles II of England
Janie Jones, entertainer and madam
Christine Keeler, involved in the Profumo Affair
Mary Jane Kelly, one of the “canonical five” victims of Jack the Ripper
Margaret MacDonald
Madame Alex, the Beverly Hills Madam
Madame Claude
Draga Masin, prostitute turned Queen of Serbia
Mata Hari (born Margaretha Geertruida Zelle)
Gerda Munsinger, Soviet spy
Mary Ann Nichols, one of the “canonical five” victims of Jack the Ripper
Cynthia Payne
Barbara Payton, 1940s film starlet who turned to prostitution in the late 1950s after the end of her career and collapse of her marriage
Cora Pearl
Phryne, Greek hetaera
Victoria Price, alleged victim, perjurer in the Scottsboro Boys case
Valerie Solanas, street prostitute turned attempted assassin
Nancy Spungen, girlfriend of Sid Vicious, murder victim
Elizabeth Stride, one of the “canonical five” victims of Jack the Ripper
Martha Tabram, a possible victim of Jack the Ripper
Sunset Thomas, porn star
Thais, Greek hetaera who lived during the time of Alexander the Great
Saint Thais, repentant Egyptian courtesan
Theodora, Empress of Byzantium

Fictional
Belle Watling, Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
Fanny Hill, Fanny Hill by John Cleland
Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote (more of a kept woman than a prostitute proper)
Nana, Nana by Emile Zola
Juliette, in the Marquis de Sade’s “Juliette”
Tra La La, Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby
Tamara Sperling in Robert A. Heinlein’s Time Enough For Love.
Sonya Marmeladova, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Mrs. Rosemary Palm, head of the Guild of Seamstresses in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels
Rahab, Biblical prostitute who assisted the Hebrews in capturing Jericho
Tamar (Bible, Genesis 38) posed as a prostitute
Tilt, from The Monolith
Tristessa, Tristessa by Jack Kerouac

Alleged prostitutes
Catherine Eddowes, one of the “canonical five” victims of Jack the Ripper
Mary Magdalene
La Malinche
Billie Holiday, allegedly, when out of work early in her career
Yoko Ono, according to Albert Goldman’s book The Lives of John Lennon
Eva Peron, early in her acting career, before marrying Juan Peron.
Bonnie Lee Bakley - Robert Blake’s murdered wife allegedly also worked as a prostitute, while posing as an escort and a nude model.
Elizabeth Short, the victim of the Black Dahlia murder
Belle de jour (author) - an anonymous British author who claims to be a high-class call girl

Symbolic or allegorical prostitutes
The Whore of Babylon
Oholah and Oholibah
The prostitute in The Harlot’s Progress by William Hogarth

Male prostitutes
Herbert Huncke, male prostitute, Beat Generation figure
Jobriath, rock singer, male prostitute prior to launching his musical career

Alleged Male prostitutes
Dee Dee Ramone, rumored to have been a former rent boy
Laurence Harvey, allegedly worked as a male prostitute before acting career

ABOVE courtesy of answers.com