Amelia Savage Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

Thing is, it ain’t all sexy vibes. Some dude tried rippin’ me off—50 bucks for “directions,” my ass! Got me pissed, yellin’, “Great Scott, you sleazy bastard!” Felt like Eduardo screamin’ at Mark, “You better lawyer up, asshole!”—but I just walked off, steam comin’ outta my ears. Can’t trust half these clowns. Fun fact: back in the ‘80s, pimps used payphones to set up gigs—pre-internet hustle, wild, right?

Wild Child

For a total of nine months, in my 40's, I made my living as a "high-class call girl" or prostitute or sex worker—whatever one likes to call it.

Call it spa zen or just magic savagery, but everything here feels connected, like nature's own rhythm. My little spa, nestled on the fringe of downtown, overlooks that same old oak-lined avenue where I used to daydream about life’s mysteries. I'm prone to scribbling down my random thoughts on napkins, cuz hey, life's too short for perfect grammar, right? Haha, gotta keep it real.

Netflix's savage Meghan restaurant snub