Roxanna: I first met Roxanna at Eurossage. A demented Russian in a blonde wig, Roxanna had all the warmth of an NKVD agent. She bullied clients into staying with her, even personally escorting a young man to the nearest ATM so he could stay with her. She was on the thin side, which I soon found to be achieved by purging. Roxanna hated me on sight. I loved her immediately.
She immigrated to Canada with some professional skills but was unable to apply them in English. How she ended up an escort, I'll never know, but she, like me, had a dangerous pragmatism about her. Her son lived in Vancouver. I saw a photo of him once. He was wearing an oversized grey track suit and a big silver chain, part moon suit, part hip hop. Roxanna fought very hard to pay his college fees. She succeeded as an escort because she had the singular goal of elevating her son. She also succeeded because she hated men totally, and went about life without conscience. She would not let a single client walk out the door. Roxanna grew to like me and I relished our shifts together.
Her bad manners got up to her eventually. Her perb reviews warned others to stay away at all cost. From what I gathered, she gained quite a bit of weight over the years. In itself, gaining weight is not bad but I worried about Roxanna and her eating problems. I guessed she was probably in a state of despair. That particular review board is shockingly misogynistic. If people knew Roxanna like I knew Roxanna, that she came to Canada to save her son and she came to escorting because the Canadian government lied and told her she could work in her chosen profession, they might think differently.
I lost track of her after Eurossage closed.
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