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My Chicago Escort Life



Love Chicago. I was born here, left here, and returned. There’s nothing quite like the Windy City. Big, busy, bars, restaurants, nightlife, day life. I’ve worked as an independent escort, but there’s nothing like the security of working for an agenc



 



Let’s hear it for the Windy City!

Sat, 22 Jul 2017 16:05:36 -0400

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Let’s hear it for the Windy City!




My oh my, I know this girl. She’s my partner in crime as a...

Thu, 12 Jan 2017 10:00:57 -0500

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My oh my, I know this girl. She’s my partner in crime as a Chicago escort. I love her, but it’s hard to hang with the lady. She’s so hot she makes me feel very average!




You want to date an escort? There’s only one place to be. The...

Wed, 11 Jan 2017 10:01:17 -0500

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You want to date an escort? There’s only one place to be. The Windy City. Take one look at this lady and I think you’ll agree with me!




Relax, you know you want to! Love you girl!

Fri, 06 Jan 2017 00:55:51 -0500

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Relax, you know you want to! Love you girl!




Got to toss in a picture of my friend Katie. I know if I was a...

Fri, 06 Jan 2017 00:55:25 -0500

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Got to toss in a picture of my friend Katie. I know if I was a guy interested in an escort, good ole Katie is where I’d go to!




Nothing Like A Chicago Escort

Fri, 06 Jan 2017 00:54:34 -0500

So I was thinking about it the other day and I decided writing is my panacea. Sure, I’m a Chicago escort, so I know the stereotype - sexy but dumb. Sorry guys, that’s not always the case ;-) I might not be Einstein, but I’m not stupid.You know how when you’re little a simple superhero band-aid can make all of the pain from your raw scrapes vanish with the snap of a finger? Or the sounds of the twinkling ice cream truck coming around the corner can completely dissolve your crappy day?It’s incredible; an eight year old can bounce back like that from a melt down if just given one of those mediocre Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches.Well I guess it’s not so easy now.(Even though I do still ask for a power ranger band-aid after getting shots at the doctor and I like to enjoy a large glass of chocolate milk after a shitty day.)But anyways, when you get older I think you realize there are very few things that can completely block out the rest of the world – shield you from your fears and make everything better.Essentially when you grow up they snatch away the band-aids and sweet treats your parents pay for, throw you into high school and flip on the 11 o'clock news filled with crazy stories of violence and terror and say “welcome to the real world! Fend for yourself.” Trust me, after 10 years as an escort (yeah, some would say as a “prostitute”), I know the story.So in the real world one could say it’s sorta hard to have an escape.The other week I was having a particularly horrendous day and I decided to sit down and write. I was going to write all about men, dating, escorting. But I stopped myself. Being an escort isn’t all I am in life. Sure I love the Chicago Babes escort agency where I work at www.chicagobabes.com, but I do have other interests in life.For all of you English haters, I don’t mean write in the analytical essay type way, but I mean write kind of like this, just spewing thoughts out on to a page and it was strange because it was the first time I really noticed how the crappiness kind of just faded away. All I could hear was the clancking of the keyboard and when I finished it was as if everything was brand new again.I used to have a lot of trouble with this concept. I think most little kids do.You know when you’re like seven years old and you have a tantrum – kicking and crying and screaming, the whole works, but then you’re kind of done with it and you want to come back to your parents smiling, good as new and be like “alright, feelin’ great now!” but such an extreme shift in emotions would seem pretty weird?Well I think even now sometimes all we need is a rejuvenation period, an activity, something that draws us in and shuts everything out and then spits you back out, refreshed. A panacea, you could call it. In the past, I’d get out and wander the streets of the Windy City (yeah, I love Chicago - it’s the only place to be as far as I’m concerned).Now I want you to think of something like that for you. We all have it. Something that temporarily shuts the world out and makes everything seem buzzing and alive when you’re finished.I think I write for a lot of reasons. In a way writing is a super aggressive act. Even hidden beneath the quiet pseudo hipsters who wear thin-rimmed glasses and use a lot of semi-colons, writers have a way of imposing themselves upon you, urging you to listen the words they jot down on the page, as if quietly chanting – please listen to me, I know better than you, see it my way, change your mind!But I like to think this isn’t just a matter of self-importance.Of course I want to write something meaningful. I want people to relate as they read the words on my page – laugh, smile, cry, but I also write for me, for an escape in this kind of daunting world. I’d like to say I’ll always be a Chicago escort,[...]



Can’t really tell what this friend of mine looks like from this...

Fri, 06 Jan 2017 00:52:20 -0500

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Can’t really tell what this friend of mine looks like from this picture. But honestly now, do you really care? She’s one reason why any man interested in an escort heads on over to Chicago.