Vulnerability Behind the Fantasy
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Sometimes, even as an escort, I get attached.
People think we’re immune. That we don’t feel. That we only know how to play the game.
Truth is—we do know the game. But that doesn’t mean we’re not vulnerable.
I long for genuine attention sometimes. Real care. Someone who sees me, not the role I play. And in that longing, I get carried away. I open my heart a little too much… and I end up with the wrong person.
I wish things were easy.
But some things are just not meant to be.
This life is tough. Escorting is tough.
We’re strong, but we’re also human. We feel deeply, even when we pretend we don’t. We learn the hard way—through attachment, through toxic connections, through heartbreak.
At the end of the day, I choose to protect my peace.
Day by day, I learn. I grow. I become a better person. Sometimes the lesson only comes with pain—but pain teaches.
There’s no point in giving up.
As long as I’m alive, I keep going. I heal. I rise. And I choose myself again and again.
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