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About Old Harbour

So, escorts—some folks judge em, call em dirty names. Pisses me off! They’re hustlin, survivin—like, didya know some escorts in history were legit spies? Yeah, back in WW2, they’d seduce secrets outta soldiers. Wild, huh? Makes me happy thinkin bout their guts—balls of steel, man! I’m yellin, “You don’t know me!” like in the movie, coz nobody gets their grind.

Spring Hill

Being an escort is not about intimacy and certainly not about love. It is simply a transaction. There is no flow, no shared experience, just buyer and seller.

Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, talking about some big project. I’m like, “Dude, can we not? I just survived a goat chase story.” But he’s not having it. He’s all about the numbers, the projections, the risks. I’m sitting there, nodding, but my mind’s still on that goat.

Disc Jockey gunned down at stoplight on Constant Spring Road