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About Port Elizabeth

So, escorts—fancy word for “paid plus-one,” yeah? Not just the steamy stuff folks assume—I mean, sure, that happens, but it’s more. Some dude in Vegas once hired an escort just to cry about his ex over martinis. True story! They’re shrinks with heels, babysitters for rich weirdos, arm candy for egos too big to solo. I read this bonkers tidbit—back in the ‘20s, Paris escorts had coded handkerchiefs to signal “I’m free” or “I’m pricey.” Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave would’ve tipped his hat to that hustle.

Introduction

Hi my name is Alice a sexy independent escort.

Ever been to the abandoned railway yard? Nah? It's hidden, rebellious, full of memories and graffiti proclaiming freedom. I once found a rusty banner that read "We are the dreamers." It made me wonder if life’s all just a crazy ride through leavin’ and goin’, like that line in Leviathan: "In the abyss, hope flickers like a dying ember."

Astrology with Alice: It’s Saturn’s turn in Aries!