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entry 27. to my clients

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I have been your sex toy for over 8 years now. I have enjoyed meeting many ordinary men and famous men. Engineers, lawyers, politicians and some ordinary men. As a premium escort provider, your secrets are safe with me. This year will be my last as a sex worker. I am close to 34 years old now and I think it is time for me to settle down. I am getting married next year. Yes. He is one of my clients. I am quitting because I love him. At first I said I would never marry a client but fate seems to have other plans for me. I will not say much. If you don't see me in the brothel any more, don't worry, there are over 600 new and younger ladies with tighter pussies. Life has it's ups and downs. I started sucking cock for money mainly out of financial hardship. Now I have enough. I have finished my masters degree. Nobody knows my secret source of income except my colleagues and my clients. I would prefer to keep it that way. It was a pleasure doing business with you. May you be happ...

entry 26 poverty in a bikini

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She is barely 25. She's been to Zurich, Cape Town, Miami, LA, Tokyo, Hawaii, London, Costa Rica, Safari in Africa, cruise in Med, Bali just ordinary, Maldives 3x already, Brazil, Peru, Mexico, Tasmania, Rome, Paris, Moscow, Warsaw, Gdansk, Berlin, Madrid, Lisbon, Sicily, Dubai, Morocco, Egypt, Turkey, and so much more. Yet she says she is poor and broke. Go figure. She is a prostitute who spends more than she earns and sucks old men's dicks raw and charges by the hour. That bitch has had herpes and syphilis many times and there is no way she is reading this new secret blog of mine. She aint on twitter. She hates the internet. She rather fuck a man for money than waste time on social media.

Chapter 4. The Weekend OutCall [edited]

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The sun was high and the question was old. A man asked what life was, and the sea did not answer. It only moved against the shore. ​Life is the beach. It is the sand that gets into your shoes and the salt that stays on your skin. It is a place where you stand until the tide comes to take the ground from under you. If you stand well, it is a good life. ​Some say life is suffering. They are the ones who look too long at the sun until their eyes ache. There is pain, yes. The wind blows cold and the fish do not always bite. But a man can live with suffering if he has a point to his life. ​Then there is the cat. The cat does not ask what life is. It knows. It sits in the sun and waits for the small things. It has whiskers that feel the air and a heart that beats fast and quiet. To have a cat is to have a small, warm truth in a world that is mostly cold and deep. ​The weekend comes now. It is a call from across the hills. A man should not fall when the weekend calls. He should stand straight...

chapter 11. morally bankrupt my friend

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5 pretty ladies Choose only 1 5 pretty ladies Choose 2 5 pretty ladies 3 of them have herpes 2 ugly ladies left No one booked them Just like a broken guitar Or a rotten fish They dont get paid If they dont get laid What a sad life Sell your tits Your clit Your soul Who would want To fuck someone Who fucks anyone I ask out of curiousity My herp3s friends

chapter 10. 4ward my friend

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I will no longer be polite I don't need a tight pussy even though u have herpes mate...  i still ❤️ u Dont tell my mistress that she gave me gonorrhea again She fucks many men I was probably number 869 She will reach 1K by the end of March 2026 She only fucks 6 men a day She is a low volume provider Her friends do 8 to 10 cocks Some do double pen She doesn't like double pen She would be richer if she does

entry 17. unwell

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Friday the 27th of feb I was sick today. Clogged nose. Must be the rain. I was sick today. Unwell. Must be because u haven't messaged me today. I still feel sick. How many months to go before I can cum back raw in you. I miss your tasty pussy. I miss how u smell. I miss how you let me cum in your mouth and pussy. I wanna make this last. Let's make a baby next month babe.