A day in a life of a bi male escort in Perth Western Australia
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A Day With Me 😈
My day starts early — 6:00am at the gym 💪 Headphones in, weights moving, clearing my head before the chaos begins. It’s my quiet time, setting the tone for everything that follows.
By 7:30am I’m home, showered, moisturised, smelling expensive, coffee in hand ☕ answering messages. Today’s tally: 15 enquiries before breakfast. Out of those, only 3 were serious enough to put down a deposit 💳 The rest? Just browsing, asking questions, window shopping like it’s Tinder. And this is exactly why deposits exist — they separate curiosity from commitment and protect my time.
Mid-morning is admin mode 📱 Emails, bookings, confirmations, invoices — running two businesses and pretending I don’t need a personal assistant. It’s not glamorous, but it’s what keeps everything flowing behind the scenes.
Late morning I head into the salon ✂️ Hairdresser by day — foils, toners, consultations, premium vibes, and making people feel hot again. Between clients I’m replying to escort messages like a corporate professional with tattoos and cheekbones. Multitasking is my love language.
Lunch is quick 🥗 (sometimes standing, sometimes forgotten), then straight back into salon life. Full books, great energy, amazing clients. I’m in the chair until 8pm — colour formulas, blow-dries, laughs, and still somehow confirming night bookings between foils.
Early evening I squeeze in a visit to my two Italian Greyhounds — Remy and Hunter 🐕🐕 Tiny legs, big personalities, instant serotonin. I also check in with my son ❤️ because no matter how wild life gets, he keeps me grounded and real.
By 8pm I’m done at the salon and it’s reset mode 🚿 Fresh shower, crisp sheets, candles lit, playlist on 🎶 main-character energy activated.
The night unfolds with relaxed in-calls 🔥 great chemistry, good laughs, genuine connection. Later I head out for an out-call 🚗 turning someone’s quiet evening into a core memory.
By the time I crawl back into bed 🌙 I’m tired in the good way, my phone is still buzzing with tomorrow’s enquiries, and my gym alarm is already threatening me.
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