Lately, I’ve been toying with an idea that feels both trivial and strangely momentous. The summer heat this year has been relentless – the kind that sticks to your skin and turns even the slightest movement into an e...
That’s what I somehow found myself doing with a client this weekend – wakeboarding in the south of England, no less. If you’d told me on Friday that by Sunday I’d be strapped to a board, clinging to a rope, and s...
“Are you busy at Christmas, or do escorts take a break at this time of year?” my hairdresser asked me the other day.
She tried to sound casual, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes reflected in the mirror. She w...
Escort agencies in London are well aware that they are dealing with a city whose weather cannot be trusted. Rain showers appear without warning, grey skies linger for days, and bitter winds sweep along the streets, turni...
