They think they’re buying time.
An hour. A service. A body.
What they don’t realise is —
I sell something far rarer:
A moment that splits memory from the mundane.
I’ve had men come in cocky, leave quiet.
Men who’ve fucked models, dated dancers —
And still say I felt like the first time again.
It’s not the lingerie. Not the moans.
It’s the way I see them.
The way I touch them like I already know where it hurts —
and how to make it hurt better.
You can’t list that in a menu.
You can’t fake it in a photo.
You feel it — or you miss it.
And if you don’t get it…
You were never the client I was meant for.
🖤 Zara
