That’s another story, and it happened in Gabon, not Cameroon.
I meant to say “Such sticks in the mud”, but your response is intriguing and perhaps you can share that story sometime. 
US1? (Ridgewood)
It’s a story too painful to go into, but it happened in a swamp in Monts Doudou National Park, at a camp we referred to as Deep Doudou.
A guy walks into a third world hotel in a war-torn country and asks for a room. Desk Clerk: “That’ll be 50 bucks and that includes a hooker”.
Customer :" I don’t want a girl, I just need a room"
Desk Clerk: “That’ll be 75 bucks”
Customer: “WTF?”
Desk Clerk: “Because then we have to find somewhere else for the girl to sleep”
This. Although they won’t be so lazy as to just direct you to an escort service, that rather misses the point of concierge…
An English colleague once explained to me, that, when visiting the company’s headquarters in Brussels, you should get a room in the hotel on the highest floor possible. His logic was that it gave you more time to haggle down the rate with the prostitute that would inevitably join you as you took the lift to the top.
Turns out I never did stay in that particular hotel, so I can’t account for his accuracy, although I don’t know that he had any reason to embellish.
Personally, I’ve spent a lot of time traveling for business, and have a hard time coming up with any place that I’ve stayed that had obvious prostitutes in the hotels. I know that there are some hotels in Bangkok where you’ll see a lot of women who are likely to be prostitutes, but mostly they are already with their “boyfriends” for the time. And you mainly see them at the breakfast buffet.
Here in Panama, there is one hotel where the attached casino is a well-known hangout for hookers. The hotel itself, however, seems to vary from time to time whether it will allow the girls to accompany guests to their rooms. Mostly it seems to be OK, but sometimes they do a crackdown and make them go elsewhere.
An “obvious prostitute” is not a good prostitute.
On one of my trips to Paris I had a lot of stiff muscles after two flights and a long wait between them. I asked the concierge whether someone was available for a massage . . . then it took a while to convince him that I really did need a massage . . . and nothing more.
My ex-BF was a massage therapist (the legit, licensed kind), and for a while he had an on-call gig at a very high-end local hotel to do massages in guest rooms during hours when the health club (where the hotel normally provided legit massage services) wasn’t open. After the 3rd or 4th time he got propositioned by clients (all men), he figured out why the previous incumbent of his position had been fired. He got tired of explaining to the previous guy’s regular clients that he wasn’t in the business of providing happy endings, so he quit.
Also, in 1995 I was in Moscow for a few days in grad school as part of a summer study program, and our whole group, maybe 40 undergrad and grad students, was staying in a hotel in a rather non-touristy part of town (presumably because it was cheap). My boyfriend from the previous year, a Russian Fulbright scholar and historian of a subunit of the Russian Federation Academy of Sciences, wanted to head down our way so we could hang out and chat a bit (to make a long story short, it was impossible to get rubles legally outside of Russia then, and we’d landed on the Saturday night of a long holiday weekend, so everything was closed and there was literally no way for me to get money legally so I could, say, get on a bus and go to his place).
The hotel security wouldn’t let him upstairs unless he left his ID at the front desk. When I complained, their explanation was “well, what if something happens to you? We need to know where to find him.” Yeah, my historian boyfriend is a hooker…whatever.
How much did she charge you - and wasn’t the lack of privacy a problem?
“What will you do for a dollar?”
Only if they are trying to work a place where they are not allowed to. Otherwise, it pays to advertise.
It was free, and I should clarify I didn’t lay on the couch, I just sat and closed my eyes, lightly snoozing for a half hour or so.
Okay, well, enough about the nap.
What am I missing here? Why are you attributing to them a suspicion that he’s a hooker? What they said doesn’t seem to have anything to do with that…
I once met a bloke in London who had had the same problem after walking around for a couple of days, so he looked up “Massage” in What’s On (could have been Time Out). He did not get exactly what he wanted and commented to me that the magazine in question had strange adverts. 
On an unrelated note, my wife and I were visiting Suzhou, China and while buying some stinky tofu from a snack place the guy asked me (or us) “Ma sa ji?” My wife had no idea what he was trying to say until I pointed out that he was speaking English, not Chinese.
“Ma sa ji?” means “massage(e) ?”
Many times when I have traveled in China, within 5 minutes of checking into a hotel the phone will ring and the only English word is “massagee ?”
It does not matter if I am alone or traveling with my girlfriend.
Does this also happen to the Chinese, or is it only because I am a foreigner ?
Would they also offer this to a Chinese man traveling with his wife or girlfriend ?
I always say “no”, but I think I am correct in guessing that it is an offer of a prostitute.