People always think sex work is this glamorous thing where youre in big cities with endless clients. But here I am in Wrexham, which is basically a postage stamp on the map of Wales, making my living one journey at a time.
Transport is everything in this game. Everything. I spend more time planning routes between Chester and Liverpool than some people spend planning their actual careers. My little Vauxhall becomes my office, my changing room, my everything. Some weeks the petrol costs eat up so much of my earnings that I wonder why I bother. But then Ill have a good weekend and remember.
The isolation is real though. In bigger cities escorts have proper networks, support groups, ways of checking in with each other. Here its just me and my mobile and hoping the client is legit. No fancy agencies, no big safety nets. Just me knowing my instincts and being careful.
Sometimes I look at friends with their 9-to-5 jobs and think about stability. But then Id have to wear proper clothes and sit in an office. No thanks. This works for me. Small town, limited market, but Ive carved out my space.
Its not romantic. Its practical. Its survival. And some days thats exactly enough.