Escort Luna
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Today I want to tell you two experiences about what life is like for a prostitute in a nightclub in Bucaramanga in front of an erotic massage girl, let's go first with the girl from the club. I'm going to a whoremonger one night and he interviewed me with one of the girls who I find very attractive, the way I like them, long legs, blonde hair, although dyed and a pretty face, I ask for half a brandy and between jokes and chats I get little things out of her and this is his story.

Alexia (fictitious name) is brunette, tall, thin and very attractive, she knows how to express herself, she is eloquent, her good manners are noticeable and her tone of voice is somewhat peculiar. I met her a couple of months ago at university. We didn't see each other in a corridor, we greeted each other with a hello at the same time and continued along the path, then by chance we met again in the cafeteria and that day, having a coffee and a chicken sandwich with ham and cheese and a sad lettuce, I managed to tell me about your life.

I better take another drink of brandy. Now is not the time to eradicate oblivion. I'm bored as an iceberg, and I found out I've been thinking about her for most of the day. He didn't want to call her or tell her to invent another way to be together. Rejection bothers me. "To be happy, you have to be unhappy all the time. Love only lasts if you both know there is a price to pay."