My Entry into the World of High-Class Escorts

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I have decided to write this article to share the reasons why I chose to become a luxury escort and the steps I had to take to reach Barcelona. I decided to work as an escort in Barcelona because it’s a city full of opportunities and with many interesting men to accompany. I knew it was the best option, and today I can say I wasn’t wrong.

From Selling Sweets to Financial Independence

It’s important to mention that I started my working life selling sweets at the age of 15. It wasn’t because I needed the money, but because I enjoyed earning my own income to cover my expenses. I began selling them at school and later at university to continue making money. However, it wasn’t my only job; I also worked as a babysitter, waitress, and in some retail stores. My goal was always the same: to earn my own money and gain financial independence.

Over time, I gradually increased my earnings and, most importantly, expanded my social circle. But as I got older, I realized that these jobs were not enough. At that age, many girls typically look for a “Sugar Daddy” (someone who provides financial support in exchange for certain favors), but I was clear about one thing: I wanted to earn my own money and not depend on anyone.

While working as a waitress, I met another girl who told me that a friend of hers worked as an escort in Barcelona. I had my doubts, but after talking to her friend, I realized it could be a great future for me. We talked for hours and hours, and eventually, I decided to travel to Barcelona. It wasn’t easy because I was over 9,000 km away and had to take care of my family financially as well as my personal expenses.

After several conversations with her friend, whom we’ll call Daniela, I learned that every time she traveled to Barcelona to work, she returned with a lot of money. I crunched the numbers and realized I had to take the leap, both for myself and for my family. That said, the trip wasn’t easy. I had to sell things and borrow money to fund the journey. But after saving and carefully budgeting, I managed to finance the trip.

The Journey to a New Beginning

I won’t deny it: before embarking on the trip, I was extremely nervous. I didn’t really know what to expect in Spain, and that kept me up at night. But I had already made my decision: I had to make the trip or risk losing everything I had worked so hard to achieve.

Finally, the day arrived. I couldn’t go to the airport alone, so my mother came with me to wish me luck and be by my side until the last moment. We decided to have breakfast together, though I have to admit, I could only manage to drink water and nibble on some bread because my nerves had taken away my appetite. After 20 minutes, it was time to board. Saying goodbye to my mother was an incredibly tough moment, but I started my long walk through the airport without looking back so I wouldn’t change my mind.

When I got to the check-in counter, I had to wait a bit because there were five people ahead of me. Thankfully, my friend Daniela was ahead of me and guided me through the process, making everything slightly easier. At the counter, they asked for my passport, some routine questions, and then I checked my luggage. At that point, I started to relax; I knew I was taking a big step, and that calmed me.

The problem arose when, in the waiting area, a police officer asked for my passport and took it away. After more than 15 minutes of waiting, he still hadn’t returned, and I became increasingly anxious. I thought my trip would be canceled, and with it, all the effort I had put in. I wanted to run away, but my legs were trembling so much that I couldn’t move.

After more than 15 minutes, the officer returned. Unfortunately, he was incredibly handsome, which made me even more nervous. He asked me to follow him, and at that moment, I was convinced that someone had planted something in my luggage and that I was about to go to jail.

We walked down a gray corridor and then into a dark hallway, and my fear grew stronger. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I was certain I was in big trouble. Once we arrived at a room where it was just the two of us, the search began. He asked me to remove my shoes and jacket and step into a machine. In that machine, I had to look straight ahead. The officer said it would be quick, but it felt like an eternity. While the X-ray machine scanned my body, I could feel the officer carefully searching my suitcase.

When the machine finished, he asked me what I had in my stomach. Nervously and with a trembling voice, I told him I had eaten a piece of bread. He looked at me, laughed, told me to calm down, and asked me to put my shoes back on. He returned my luggage and documents, and everything was fine—I could go. But the fear lingered; it’s a feeling I’ll never forget.

With shaky but determined steps, I made my way back to the boarding area, where I saw Daniela and felt a wave of relief. We hugged tightly, and I told her everything that had happened. She explained that this was common for young women because authorities want to prevent drug smuggling. After an interesting conversation, we boarded the plane, and I fell asleep. The journey was long, but I was lucky to sleep for much of it, although I woke up several times, startled by what I had experienced.

With just a couple of hours left in the flight, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I would say in Spain about the purpose of my trip. I certainly couldn’t say I was going to work as an escort, so I kept rehearsing plausible answers. It was incredibly stressful. Fortunately, entering the country was much easier than I had anticipated, making my first contact with Spain far better than my last moments in my home country.