Escort Maria

They don't call it the oldest trade in the world for nothing: prostitution. Did it arise, perhaps, for pleasure or necessity? Or, perhaps, for both? In the third millennium before our Era, the Mesopotamians and Babylonians worshiped Ishtar, Goddess of love and fertility, through her sacred slaves...

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."

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.