транс-эскорт Adriana

from me.

I don’t care if you’re handsome.
I don’t care if you’re a student.
I don’t care if you’re a “good guy.”
I don’t care how many times you tell me I’m beautiful.

I’ve heard it all. I’m bored.

I don’t need compliments.

I don’t need validation.

I want the money.

So don’t enter my messages with bullshit. Enter with your number, your manners, and an understanding of my standards.

Can’t afford me?

Move.

Trying to bargain?

Blocked.

Disrespect my boundaries?

Blocked.

Waste my time?

Blocked.

And don’t come crying afterward wondering why I disappeared.

I don’t owe you an explanation.

I don’t select from whoever happens to message me.

I select.

This is my world.

My time.
My standards.
My rules.

If you don’t fit them, that’s unfortunate.

But it’s not my fucking problem.

AND ONE MORE THING.

If you’re wealthy, attractive, well-groomed, intelligent, and know how to behave, you’re welcome.

But don’t get confused.

Having money doesn’t magically make you desirable.

A rich man I don’t find attractive? Still no.

A handsome man who can’t afford me?

Still no.

Money without the standard doesn’t impress me.

Looks without the money don’t impress me.

And stupidity?

Absolutely fucking not.

I want the complete package.

So if you have the looks, the money, the manners, the intelligence, and the confidence to understand my standards, then perhaps you belong in my world.

If you’re missing half of it, don’t waste either of our time.

I’m not desperate for clients. I’m selective about who gets access to me.

AND DON’T FUCKING INSULT ME.

You don’t like my attitude?

Leave.

You don’t like my price?

Leave.

You don’t like the way I respond?

Leave.

But don’t come into my messages trying to insult me because you didn’t get the answer you wanted.

You might discover that I’m considerably less polite than you expected.

I can be the rudest woman you’ve ever encountered when you deliberately cross the line.

So don’t test me.

Don’t bargain with me.

Don’t disrespect me.

And don’t mistake my patience for permission.

If you bring me disrespect, you’ll get exactly the energy you brought — and probably regret starting the conversation.

You had the option to simply walk away.

Use it.