This is a story you've heard - if not from your friends, then in your head.
"I'm leaving. That's it. I'm tired of it. I want a normal life."

Then a pause. A month. Two. Six months at most.
And then the profile is active again, the photos are updated, and the status is almost apologetic:
"I only accept regulars. I didn't plan to come back, but..."

But.
This "but" is like a secret door between two worlds. Between the "new life" and what seems familiar, habitual and... strangely comfortable.

Why do girls leave escorts? Why do they come back? Why does this pendulum swing back and forth, like emotions the morning after expensive wine?

Let's be honest. No gloss, no morals, no shame. Just how it is.

Chapter One: Why They Leave

Emotional Burnout
You smile. You listen. You are always "in style", "in resource", "in the moment". Even if you slept for three hours and you don't want a massage, but hug a pillow and cry. Escort is not about sex. It's a theater. And every meeting is a performance. Sometimes light and easy, sometimes with a heartbreak. But always - with a game.

After some time - you get tired.

The smile becomes heavy, like a foundation layer after a sleepless night.
Suddenly you want to just be yourself, and not the image for which they pay.
You want silence, so that no one asks:
"Do you want to have dinner in Monaco?"
You want to get out of character.
Tired - then go out.

Love and relationships

He appeared. He looks like a person, not a client. Doesn't open the wallet - opens the door. Strokes the cheek, and not according to the tariff. It seems that this is it. That now you will be "just a beloved woman", without a bulletproof vest of sarcasm and mistrust.

Many girls leave exactly then. When the opportunity to be just a girl appears, and not a product, not a service, not a scenario.
They make a choice - to try "real" life.
Sometimes - even with support. Sometimes - with prohibitions.
But they leave. Because they want love. Even if it's scary.

Pressure from family or society

Not everyone works in the escort "openly". Often - it's a double life.
In the morning - like an accountant. In the evening - a suit, makeup, a call.
And then at some point all this begins to weigh on you.

Someone suspected something.
The ex found out.
Mom looks too closely into your eyes.
A friend - with a joke: "You seem to be sitting at home, but your Dior bag..."

You want to run away. Erase the whole story. Return to your "normal" self.
Make a sudden exit before it's too late. Before they catch you. Before your reputation burns out.
They leave. Just in case. Out of fear.

There's money - why bother?

Escort brings in good money. Sometimes - in one night you get more than "all of them" in a month. And so you save up. For a car. For a move. For a new round of life. And when the amount is saved, a feeling appears:
"That's it. I'm free. I don't need more."

Many leave at this moment.
The feeling of freedom is a stronger drug than anything else.
Some want to be creative. Some dream of business.
And some just want to relax, spend and be "happy without clients."

Chapter two: why they come back

Here it is - the "new life." Without calls. Without correspondence. Without hotels and bars.
But a week passes. Two. A month. And something starts to scratch inside.
And the girls come back. Not all. But many. And here's why:

The money is gone

It's easy to leave the escort when there are six zeros on the card. But money can melt away - especially when you've gotten used to a certain level.
It's no longer possible to live like "before".
And a "new job" for 50 thousand - causes an allergy.
Living with a man from whom you have to beg - causes panic.
The escort returns control. Returns a sense of power.
Returns the income to which you've already gotten used.
And - yes, it's hard to admit - returns the taste for life.

Love is over. Or didn't happen

The one you left with turned out to be the wrong one. Or left on his own.
Or scenes, claims, prohibitions began:
- "Do you want to go back there again?"
- "What do you miss?"
- "You promised that you would be mine!"

At some point you understand:
You didn't betray him. You betrayed yourself.
You are not a girl who sits at home and waits for her salary "on Friday".
You are the one who knows her worth. Who knows how to be interesting, bright, dear.
And you want it back.
Not money - yourself.

Habit.

Escort is not just a way to earn money. It is a lifestyle.
You are used to the rhythm, to beautiful restaurants, to light flirtations.
To the drive. To the attention.
Used to the text message: "Where are you?"
Used to the adrenaline from an unfamiliar number, which can be the beginning of something interesting.

A regular job seems alien.
A world without an escort is boring.
You are not a robot. You are a woman. With brightness inside.
You want to be in the game. And you come back.

Here you are not just someone. But someone.
In escort you have a name. Rating. Your audience.
You are a person. You are a choice.
You know how to look, how to talk, how to behave in order to get money, interest, and respect.

And outside of escorting, you are just another one.
And sometimes you come back not for money, but for yourself. For that feeling that you are in control of your life.

So what is the point?

Escorting is not just a job that you can “leave and forget.” It is an environment in which

sometimes you become different. Stronger. Colder. More honest. With and without a mask.
You learn to read people.
You know how not to fall in love - and suddenly you fall in love.
You become free - and suddenly you understand how easy it is to become a prisoner of other people's expectations.

Many leave. Some - forever.
But most come back. Because this is not just a way to make money.
This is a world where you are not a victim. But a screenwriter.

And one more thing for the end

If you once left and came back - do not blame yourself.
You did not break.
You did not lose.
You just realized that your life belongs to you, and only you can decide where to be, with whom, and for how much.

Returning does not mean giving up.
Returning means choosing yourself.

Always.