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Let’s talk about you. And us. And what REALLY draws you in and turns you on to us via our enchanting and alluring tactics and tricks. But as I’ve been reading through my fellow escorts’ ads lately, I find myself doing a lot of head shaking in embarrassment. So I can only assume for y’all, that trying to stay awake - or sexually aroused - reading these Tryst ads is becoming a nearly impossible feat. The frothy, Disney-esque dreamscapes of the Underworld that these women try to sell you, do y’all even read them? I mean, honestly, do you REALLY think that all these providers on here are going to supersede your expectations and blow your socks off based on what game they’re spitting at you? I mean, we can’t ALL be a high-end/cabonaire/Girl-Next-Door/ LoverGirl/Ultimate Experience/Blonde Bombshell/Throat GOAT/Mistress/Sex Toy/CumDumpster/Biggest Fan/WorldWide Travel Companion/Tightest Kitty Ever blah blah blah… (A tip for my girls: next time, post your ad selfies without the meth pipe and half-eaten White Castle on the nightstand. AND dump your “boyfriend.”) I joke I joke. I support all sex workers. I am a proud recovering addict myself. But like chivalry, professionalism, ettiquite and high- quality service- especially in this business - seems like a dying, long-lost art form. And let’s be honest; all that verbal mumbo-jumbo is not what y’all want to hear about. This isn’t the Love Connection and these hoez definitely aren’t Danielle Steele literary wizards. And after all, talk is always cheap. So I’ll leave that to them. MY Proof is in my pudding. And in the illustrious, enigmatic, international whirlwind of a life I’ve lived. I am a total renaissance woman. A Varsity soccer player. Homecoming Queen Candidate. Award winning writer and internationally-based journalist. Live Sex show actress in Argentina. Singer in a Colombian Cumbia band. I Speak 5 languages, fluent in two. A Burlesque dancer. I foster long lasting, dynamic relationships with all my clients. We travel the world together. I see their infatuation and passion for me all over their sweat-soaked, luv-drunk faces…every time they come back. Each one of my dozens of regulars. Yes I said dozens. Don’t believe me? My reputation proceeds me with all the stellar, gushy, handful of fake yet hilarious reviews. (P411; TER 030391) But the real magic? That you’ll only tap into the moment you take a step into my domain and we come face-to-face. Check out my website. Read my bio. Or some of my coy and quirky writings on tales from the sex industry. I also have gushy gushy content and a growing OF page. And did I mention I just began working on my own XXX features? And if you’re still not convinced? I guess you can lead a man to champagne, but if he wanna drink shit disguised as sugar water, keep reading those plagiarized bios and have some more wine with her stinky cheese. 🧀
