They never ask your real name. To them, you’re whatever you say you are that night—Jade, Amber, Star. Names that sparkle just enough to distract from the truth. But my real name? That belongs to a different life. A life with sunlight, family dinners, and plans that didn’t end at 3 a.m. I didn’t wake up one day and decide this would be my story. Nobody does. It’s more like a series of small doors you walk through because they seem easier than the ones behind you. A bad relationship. Bills stacking up. The kind of loneliness that feels louder in a crowded room than it does when you’re alone. The first night, I told myself it was temporary. The hundredth night, I stopped counting. You learn people quickly in this life. Faster than most ever will. You learn who’s kind, who’s pretending to be, and who stopped seeing you as human the second money changed hands. You also learn something unexpected—how many people are just… hurting. Men with wedding rings who don’t talk about their marriages. Young guys trying to prove something. Older ones trying to feel like time hasn’t already taken too much. Sometimes, they just want to talk. Those are the nights that stay with me. Sitting on the edge of a bed, listening to someone spill their life story like I’m a confessional booth instead of a stranger they paid. It’s strange—being invisible and seen at the same time. There’s a kind of strength you build doing this. Not the loud, heroic kind. The quiet kind. The kind that lets you smile when you don’t feel like it. The kind that teaches you how to leave pieces of yourself behind so you can survive the moment. But pieces don’t just disappear. They wait. I keep mine tucked away in small places—a song I refuse to forget, a photo I don’t show anyone, a dream I’m not ready to admit is still alive. Because underneath all of this… I’m still me. Not the name I sell, not the version people think they know. Just someone who took a different road and is still trying to find her way back.

I’m not sure how candid I can be on this forum but I’m just gonna tell you a story of one time I was with my pimp and I was in the front seat of the car and he was behind me in the back seat. We got in a conversation and I told him I wanted to go see my boyfriend for the holidays…he reached around put his arm around my neck and started choking me screaming at me saying “bitch…you ain’t going no where!!” I had told him the first night when he captured me (I have a video about it) that the minute he puts his hands on me, I’M GONE!! Well…I stayed calm after he let go and he of course said, “why did you make me do that to you, I’m so sorry” I’m thinking to myself, yeah right dude I’M OUT!! But I had to wait for the perfect time. So we went back to the hotel to work. So we posted on Backpage, and I got an Incall!! 👌 perfect!! I had been cuffing money the whole time I was with him, so I had like $2,000 saved. (Cuffing: Taking money off the top from a business proposal) When the guy came to the room, I told him when we were finished that I was leaving with him. He looked at me puzzled 🤨 but I said “just drop me off at a bus stop” and he did and I ended up back in jail a couple months later for petty theft🤦🏻‍♀️

Lot lizard, sneaky link 🔗…whatever you wanna call ☎️ it. It’s the oldest profession and it will never die; supply and demand!! Some of us have a different story of how they got started in the business and I’m gonna make a video on that.