If your curiosity has brought you here, let me tell you my name is not Lana, but you can call me that.
I have been an escort for four years. I consider myself a top London escort who charges to have fun.
Enjoy this corner!
This page is not intended other than to be the break through the written word who reads this
Lana Vip.
... Escort profession.
Ours is a profession or trade, (as a friend of mine likes to call it), which for obvious reasons forces us to lie to those who are closest to us. So, are the most loved, love and respect. Obviously lied. "Paradoxical truth?
Few, if any, in our environment, such as parents, herman @ s, hij @ s, @ s friend, understand how and why escort workers are paid. And lying, leads to a set loneliness, having to stay for the same, the feelings, the sad days, the bitter.
You have to wipe tears, to bite the bullet, pushing down the throat that plaintive moan that precedes a crying softly and deeply. Deep and mournful for the true pain it causes.
And we are.
We continue because we make decisions in our lives one way or another will set the course.
We continue because we are fighters.
We continue because we are independent, and (almost) always know what we want.
We continue because we must.
Because not everything is bad in this profession.
The lucky, blessed or cursed fate, that can throw you to lose life or get a boost, as given.
Because she is capricious and cruel. Damn and generous.
Luck, good fortune, much of which will be managed by the escort every day, makes you find great people in the environment.
I consider myself fortunate to have good friend @ s, @ s friend of truth, that if you look bad, cry with you. And always, always, I lend a hand. And I do not differences between the sexes, because there have been some of my fellow players, and some of my most beloved companions.
And there's always someone special, that makes everything better copes.
That, which want to protect not telling you had a bad day, and yet ... I know. And look at you. With big eyes, expressive, tender and sweet.
You watch. And he knows it. Thanks for being there. Thank you for staying here.
Or millions of words arising from the heart, can never thank your attention, your advice, your infinite patience.
I know ... I love you too!
And that person, whether family or a friend @, we must not cared for and nurtured, because in many cases, will be our mainstay, our guide. Our north.
