Chronicle of an escort
It is not uncommon for me to hear the expression “luxury bitch” as if it were something negative. The truth is that for my ears, that is a beautiful expression, mostly when they talk about me.
Many of you don't know my story; however, I started at a very young age and due to family problems, as a prostitute.
But, I was lucky enough to meet people who helped me “evolve my career" halfway through my path and today, I am one of the most expensive escorts.
So when they talk about me and call me a luxury bitch, it is no offence to my children, quite the contrary.
But, I am going to tell you a little about my story. You understand the reason for my pride.
Luxury slut – From prostitute to escort
Are you watching those Hollywood movies where the child is the daughter of drug-addicted parents, one dies, and the other can't get straight in life?
Well, my story doesn't differ much, since my father didn't die, but he found another woman and abandoned me when I was 8 years old.
My mother, although today she is healthy, she used drugs for many years and ended up leaving me at the mercy of myself from an early age.
Of course, between adolescence and a few questionable companies, before I was 18, I already worked as a prostitute for some acquaintances in order to earn some change.
Despite everything, I can still be proud, because despite not being rich or anything like that, I always had good taste in dressing and my appearance was also gorgeous.
So, when I was almost 20 and already starting to prostitute myself with strangers, I met Dália. Dahlia is the person I love to call the guardian angel.
When I first met her, she ran a luxury escort house in Spain and invited me to meet her for a few days, and if she liked that she would be happy to welcome me and let me evolve.
Of course, I took advantage! I had never left Portugal and was starting to worry that I would not be able to leave the streets of Lisbon where I already spent half my nights looking for men (in some cases a little disgusting) for sex.
A new opportunity and a new life
As I was saying, when I was almost 20 years old, I went with Paula to Spain, more specifically to Matri.
The place was more luxurious than any place I had ever been to. Besides, some men chose an escort and decided that this was going to be their high-class whore.
In many cases, this included sex, but in many others, it included only what the escorts do best. Go along.
After a few months at the house, I met a man who “sponsored" me, that is, who started to pay all my expenses so that I could be exclusively his.
Best of all, he just wanted company two days a week (weekends) and let him have a completely everyday life during the week.
So, I decided to study art and today, four years later, I am free, and I can do what I most want.
I recently returned to Portugal where I am going to create my own luxury home, where I can welcome women who, like me, have an immense potential to end up on the streets prostituting themselves for 40 € or 50 €.
So it is easy to see why I am proud to be called a luxury whore. In fact, I came from misery and managed to reach the top.
Of course, I don't want to do this all my life, but for now, I am happy, and I love what I do, so I will continue as long as I feel good.