Look, we can all be on the same page, can’t we. You’re purchasing my time—nothing else. I sell my time, that’s it.
What happens during that time stays between two consenting adults, and it’s based on free will. That “dangerously addictive” vibe? Yeah, I hear that—there’s a little mystery, a lot of temptation, late nights, lingering touches, teasing conversations, and chemistry that keeps replaying after I’m gone. Cool, so once you meet me, good luck forgetting me.
And just so it’s clear, I don’t text back and forth. We can talk about whatever in person. Usually I can figure out what I need faster that way—anyway, all I need is whether my time is valuable to you and how long you want to hang out for—nothing fancy, just the details.
