Black socks, check. Crisp white undershirt, check. Patent leather shoes, check. Nightstick, check. Handcuffs, check. “F**kin A! This one’s my kind of gig,” he croons. The mechanics of escorting, like all facets of life, have been evolving at a high rate of speed. Thanks to the advancements of technology in the age of social media, the modern escort has many opportunities to safely bask in the LCD limelight that yesterday’s escort could only dream about. Into this maelstrom enters Las Vegas’ newest Sir-for-hire, Miles Previtire.