High Class Escort Diary - As a kid, when people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I’d answer with something different every time. Sometimes it was an doctor, or a teacher, or a nurse. Never once did I say escort, and yet by my 20th birthday I was neck-deep in the escort business.
Life in Budapest capital of Hungary is hard. Looking on people around me struggling to pay the rent while working at a boring, minimum wage job, I wanted something more. On a particularly bad day I went job searching and came across an ad of escort agency. Knowing nothing of the industry or legality, I called to apply. The woman on the phone seemed apprehensive but invited me for an interview,
I have been employed as an escort for a little over a year now, and it has been a wild, transformative adventure. I have met interesting men of all backgrounds and with a wide variety of perspectives. I feel empowered and in control of my life. Now I have a lot more freedom than I used to have. I can travel, buy what I like, and even invest.
Many escorts spend everything they earn on fancy dresses, designer shoes, expensive purses, and the like. I am determined to be a different kind of escort, one that overcomes stereotypes and makes something real and lasting out of my newfound wealth and freedom.
I am writing this diary to chronicle some of my more memorable adventures, and to broadcast some of my thoughts and ideas regarding my line of work.
You may find yourself surprised...