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About Los Angeles

So, escort’s wild, dude! It’s not just “pay, play, peace out.” Nah, it’s deeper. Got this pal, Tony, swears he met an escort who read Shakespeare between gigs. Freakin’ Hamlet! “I’m not what I seem,” she says, total movie vibes. Made me laugh, like, what? You quotin’ the Bard while—y’know? Hilarious, but kinda cool, too. Little known fact: back in old London, escorts hung with poets. True story! Artsy and naughty, love that combo.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I got some personal quirks too. I scribble notes on napkins after a good session. I'm always finding little spots that inspire me. Once, near a tiny art installation on East Cooper Avenue, I nearly miss the beauty ‘cause I was busy mentoring a client. I fell in love with that cracked mural on the side of an old building – kind of like "Ida", breaking beauty into shards of profound simplicity. And those shards? They remind me that every scar, every wrinkle is a story.

Times have changed — but the Rockettes keep kicking