Almost everyone sells their body, most of them are just unsexy and underpaid

I'm an escort. Yes, I trade time and physical pleasure for money. And no, I don't feel exploited. Quite the opposite: I feel seen , wanted , and above all, in control.

What I sometimes don't understand is why so many people believe their job is "more serious" than mine, just because they sit in the cafeteria instead of a hotel bed. Yet they, too, are selling their bodies. Their time. Their nerves. Their entire energy. Often for little money, under questionable conditions, and without ever being asked whether they actually identify with what they do every day.

I, on the other hand, know exactly what I give – and what I get in return.

I am not an illusion. I am real

I'm not a doll, not a girlie who puts on a show. I'm a woman with imagination, desire, and a political stance who knows and uses her rights. And yes, I sometimes play —but I play voluntarily. And I help set the rules. Each of my clients knows what they're getting—and what they're not getting. I don't promise anything here that I'm not willing to keep. This isn't about emotional manipulation or pressure, but about self-determined presence, honesty, and... pleasure.

Do you know how rare that is on normal dates? There's Tindering, smiling, lying, and hoping. And it often ends in frustration because no one has the courage to openly say what they actually want. I'll spare myself that. And my partner, too.

I am more than a body – but my body is part of my power

Many people think escorting means giving up your body. Nonsense!

I bring not only my body, but also my personality, sense of humor, passion, boundaries and experience. I decide how I move, how I look at you, how close we get, and when it's enough.

I am a hostess and a muse, a seductress and a conversationalist. I know how to build tension. I know how to let go. And I know how to listen without judgment. This isn't something you can just do. This is art. Performance. Psychology. And genuine, honest humanity.

I am not available – I am bookable

The difference? Quite simple: I'm not an object to be used as one pleases. I'm a human being with my own needs. I, too, experience desire for my clients. And I truly appreciate moments of closeness. But only when I feel safe. When there's respect. When it's clear that no one is above anyone else.

I don't set my prices out of greed, but because I know what my time is worth. I've also learned that it's not just about money or dignity. I can have both. And I want nothing less.

I see more honesty in an escort date than in many relationships out there.

I find the true exploitation not in my job, but in real life. Where people wear themselves out in toxic relationships. Where women believe they have to "give" everything to deserve love. Sex that takes place out of expectation, a sense of duty or fear of not being 'loved' anymore isn't sex.

With me, everyone knows what's going on. I communicate clearly. I listen. I ask questions. And I have boundaries that I not only set but also enforce. Many people can't even begin to do that in their "normal" lives.

I have needs. And I have standards.

Just because I'm an escort doesn't mean I'm always up for anything. I'm not a human machine. I am not just a fantasy waiting to be expressed. I am a real person, with real moods and real desires. I want to have fun. I want good conversations. I want to be appreciated, not just physically, but emotionally too.

And that's what those who understand get from me, too. Authenticity versus authenticity. Body versus understanding. Desire versus trust. Everything voluntary. Everything on an equal footing.

Conclusion? I sell my time. Proudly. Confidently. And damn honestly.

Others do it too, but with less style and clarity, and usually for much less. I do it with joy and dignity. I meet men who appreciate that. Men who aren't afraid to pay, because they know they're paying not just for sex, but for something much more precious.

A moment in which nothing is fake, yet permeated by all the ways in which desire expresses itself.

They pay for the presence of a woman who does not submit to the market, but who has decided to set the price for her time in a capitalist world.