Over at Diary of a Porn Publisher, I found this account of a clever attempt to evade the laws against prostitution:

“So, I’m walking down the sidewalk and a woman asks me if I want her to tell my fortune. When I pause, she tells me that she can tell my fortune from the taste of my cum, for $50. I ask, “just how does that work?” It turns out that she’ll give me a blow job and after I cum in her mouth, she can tell my future. It wasn’t a good time to dally to have my fortune told, but I’ve been thinking about this. Is it fortune-telling then, instead of prostitution? If it’s not illegal, maybe I should try to put together a stable of psychic cock-suckers for a new business venture.”

That could almost work.