Tallinn Adventures A Sarcastic Journey into Escorts, Massages, and Strippers
Tallinn feels different at night. The air is sharper, quieter. Like its waiting for something. Or someone.
I dont work by the hour. I move by the mood. Yours. Mine.
Sometimes that means soft oil warming between my hands and your skin. A massage where neither of us speaks, but everything is said. No rush. Just breath, pressure, closeness. The kind that stays in your body long after Ive left.
Sometimes, I just dance.
Not on a stage. In a room. Yours.
Slow. Intentional. Not for claps. For you.
For that flicker in your eyes when you forget what you were supposed to be doing.
And sometimes its simpler.
Two people. A couch. A drink. No expectations. Just presence.
Im not a brand. Im not a service.
Im a moment you didnt see coming and wont quite forget.
If youre reading this and something in you stirs
then write.
I dont promise anything. But I dont pretend either.
