Luckily this is the last day before I go to Paris then back to London. Should probably mention here that I called it red moon because the moon was pretty and red last night. I didnt kill anyone.
Told my mum the job last night.
As expected she did not take it very well... there was lots of screaming and shouting as well as knocking back vodka anything typical of a council estate domestic really. Like your average middle class family does... Twenty minutes in and we got past anger to disgust. "poor D- thats why he left you and Ace doesnt want you" as well as the usual derogatory comments and the "so how much do you charge" and so on into my expenses,
NB: D is my ex boyf who my mother gets on unreasonably well with. Not to sound feminist but we broke up because hes a jackass and I'm a bitch as opposed to he's a mathematical genius and I'm a whore which are also true...
Also the Ace situation. She couldn't tell me his last name never mind the dynamics of our relationship.
I do find it a little amusing how she thinks I'm some sort of streetwalker riddled with disease looking to fuel her heroine addiction parading around Soho in fishnet stockings and a low cut shirt (nice outfit- but only for clubbing.. I'm still Northern you know!)
Before I started escorting (when I lived in the student halls at Cally Road) my friend text to meet me at McDs in Kings Cross- the sketchy 24h one on the corner of Pentonville road and York Way.. we all know it.. so twenty to ten I throw on my hoodie and jeans and start wandering down York Way to meet him, I get to just past EGG club before I realise this bloke is following me, I psych myself up and turn around asking if I can help him. His reply.
"Want some business"
Oh sweet irony.
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