I’m often asked, as one of the elite London escorts, how I manage to stay so unemotionally attached to my clients.
From the outside, people imagine a constant blur of candlelit dinners, whispered confessions, and inten...
It’s strange, but the more experienced I become working in a London escort agency, the further away my clients seem to get — at least geographically. When I first started, everything felt very local: short tube rides...
There are many Escorts in London – as I’m sure you are all aware – but there are very few who are considered top class. The type of escort who could market herself at this level would need to meet several criteria....
Do escorts really discern between rich and poor men? It’s a question I’ve been asked so many times over the years that I’ve lost count. People often assume that, because escorts move in circles where there is money...
Although I work with a highly regarded London escort agency, I very much consider myself to be in business for myself and to operate as a freelance companion. By that I mean I am not simply dispatched on command or treat...
I often get asked, as one of the escorts working in London these days, who my “typical” client is. People seem to imagine there’s a standard template: a certain age, a certain income bracket, maybe a certain profes...
I read an article recently claiming that most men expect jewellery back after a break‑up.
That idea infuriates me. My jewellery belongs unequivocally to me. Every piece I own has been paid for with the money I’ve ear...
There was a story in the news recently about how many women keep bank accounts completely secret from their husbands or partners. According to the report, many of them see this money as either a safety net in case things...
“Are your outings different in winter than they are in summer?” a friend asked me recently over coffee, her eyes bright with that mixture of curiosity and mild mischief she always seems to have. She works for an even...
Brr… the nights are fair drawing in, and the weather is getting colder, as my gran always liked to say. There’s that familiar chill in the air when I step outside in the evening, the kind that makes you tuck your han...
