… Because there’s one outside my window right now, which is unusual, I though most of them were near the highway, outside town… And I’m having some thoughts…
And yes I’m an adult.
… Because there’s one outside my window right now, which is unusual, I though most of them were near the highway, outside town… And I’m having some thoughts…
And yes I’m an adult.
I dated someone who had a roommate that was a sex worker. She was a professional domme; I found her professional profile online along with a non-comprehensive list of services she offered, and it was definitely enough to identify her.
I very briefly dated someone that was a stripper, and I’m still irregularly in touch with her (she’s now an upper-level exec in advertising).
No, I’m not naming either of them, because it’s not my right to out them.
Why is it so hard to believe that someone might know sex workers IRL, and not as a client? Sex workers all have real lives outside of what they do for a living.