u/Any-East-4209

Dude, I don't get it. I spend all day answering stupid questions—stuff they could figure out themselves if they just read the ad—but this is the last straw. My ad clearly states that I only do *incall* and specifies my location, yet people ask me where I am every single day. When I give them the address, they go, "Oh no, that's too far; I thought you were over here," or "I thought you were over there." Like, what the fuck? But anyway, this moron asks where I am, says he's at such-and-such place—claiming it's not that far—and asks me to send the address. I send it, and he goes, "Okay, so how does it work? Do you come here, or do I have to go there?"

Oh, and I forgot to mention that I also told him, "I work until X p.m.," and he goes, "I don't get it—like, is that when you get home?" And I’m just like, "No, you idiot, that’s when I finish work and turn off my phone."

What do you think about those people who message us saying they want to pray for us and blah, blah, blah? Wow, I’ve been getting so many of those messages lately since I’ve been working solo. I don’t recall getting them back when I worked with others—even though I handled the phone then, too—but I do remember one time at a spa where I worked: some people came in to pray for us, share the Word of God, and teach us about the Bible. We had to work, though, so we told them to leave. That was years ago, but I don’t know... it just seems super weird to me. Like, they’re on escort sites looking at naked women, and then they send messages like that? Or do you think it’s just someone messing around? Or have you had similar experiences?

I had a friend—well, I still have her, since she’s alive, though she’s far away now—whom I met while we were working at an agency; later, we both went independent. She is the best human being in the world that I’ve ever met—someone with absolutely no malice or envy in her heart. She is truly the only person with whom I never had any issues referring clients; she would send them my way, and I would send them hers—we even worked as a trio sometimes. But it wasn’t just about the work; we lived close to each other and, naturally, worked at the same hotel. We’d coordinate our schedules—each of us renting our own room—but most of the time, whenever we weren’t with clients, we were together: watching TV, sleeping, or just gossiping. Well, she was deported recently. We still talk almost every day, but I feel as though my heart has been ripped out; nothing is the same without her. I could laugh with her, I could cry with her—and now, I am all alone in this cruel world.