Going from low-end to luxury, my story.
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You know what you guys? The reason it bothers me so much that Iâm being attacked so much from lower end level girls, is because I worked so fucking hard to be where I am today. I was one of those girls. I had no experience. I was terrified of every call. I had one outfit and one set of lingerie from fucking Ross. My figure wasnât the best. I had a weird hair color because I had gotten it stripped. I didnât know what anything meant. I was helpless. I hated every single client. I remember the trauma of the perverts you see when your cheap and new. They would be fucking me saying some nasty shit and in my head I would be thinking âI hate you, I hate you, I hate you, itâs almost over, I hate you so muchâ. My first day I cried for an hour on the way home. I worked with three popular girls who were booked regularly. And I sat in the hotel, or the car, helping them apply makeup, cheering them on for their next client. (Today I have surpassed all of them in notoriety, looks, income, bookings, and rates, and Iâm the only one to escape the agency.) What set me apart from these girls, and from the girls who attack me on tumblr etc. is I had ambition. I knew my time would come because I was going to make sure it did. I had drive. I began brainstorming on how to make myself as successful as possible. I worked out religiously. I made my agent take new pictures constantly. I had the idea to take group pictures, with the other girls. We did shower pictures, sex poses, everything. After that things changed. I started getting clients. I begged every person who saw me to write a review and I built a reputation. People knew I was beautiful, smart, kind, had a great body, and was great in bed. They knew I was worth the money. So I plotted my next move. I went to the next city over. I was the only one from the agency to work there. It was the right move. My phone was off the hook. I would wake up to 10 text message requests. I took everything. EVERYTHING. I said no to nobody. I did BNGs, I said yes to every offer that came in. If someone had $100 for a half hour, and I had no one else coming, I fucking let them come. I stacked up those extra small money appointments. I kept my whole day filled. I wasnât snooty. During this time the money started rolling in. My rates went up. My reputation preceded me. Moderators booked me. Big time hobbyist booked me. Those reviews brought lots of attention. I was kind. I was gracious. I was thankful. I kept going. During this time I put away everything I made. I knew I needed a breast and nose job to jump to high end. I saved everything. I didnât buy clothes. I bought lingerie at Ross every couple of months. I literally owned like five pieces I would rotate. Jealousy started amongst the other girls. They were jealous of my money. I had $10,000 in a safe and they didnât have their rent. But the difference between us was desire. They didnât want to be available all the time. They didnât accept low ball offers. They wasted money on their boyfriends. They were not like me. We were heading in different directions. After my surgery I was busier easily. All the time. I had double DS. I was hot. I was established. But things were going south for me and the agency. Fighting was constant. I recognized the sexism. I didnât trust them to advertise aggressively, to update constantly. I didnât think they deserved 30% of my income. When I quit it was a bang of gunfire. I had never been so alone. My friends were gone. My job was gone. I was broke and confused. And you know what I did??? I worked. I emailed all the websites I was posted in for weeks until I got control of all my old profiles. When I did I changed everything. Updated all my ads. Thought everything out. Took new pictures. Advertised like a mother fucker. When I started making money I raised my prices again. I worked. I started tanning. I upped my workouts. Dieted. Took new photos religiously. Purchased the best advertising options.
Even today I fucking slave away. I search photographers, website designers, I am thinking constantly of ways to get an edge. I advertise everywhere. I post new ads take new photos. I fucking work. I travel every other week. I treat every client as a potential regular. And I will be an international, travel ready, 1000 an hour escort. And it wonât be long. Every dollar I make gets reinvested back into my brand. I have a legacy, a brand, I think every move through. Yes Iâm beautiful. But more importantly Iâm smart and hardworking. You can be like me but be ready to fucking slave away. And before you hate on me. Realize your opinion is irrelevant because Iâve already became everything I wanted to be.
This advice is everything! Thank you for sharing! â¤
