Six months in, and I was no longer a baby call girl (or so I led my ego to believe)
I was her — the one who travelled the country in heels too high and lingerie too expensive, my dual profiles on Private Girls and Cracker ensuring my inbox was full and my pre-bookings were secured before I even ste...
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Chapter Two - Be Careful What You Wish For
If my life had a warning label back then, it would’ve read:
Young. Curious. Highly flammable.
I was 22, bright-eyed and dangerous — a cocktail of ambition, lust, and barely-contained appetite.
I wasn’t looking for love, but I was hunting something: experience, pleasure, power… stories.
And Sydney?...
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Chapter One - Where It All Began
People often assume that women like me wake up one day, slip into silk, and suddenly become someone’s fantasy.
They imagine stilettos before stories… orgasms before origins.
But my beginnings were far from champagne and cashmere.
Before the lace, before the late-night rendezvous and whispered...
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