When I started working in a br0th3l at 18… It felt exciting. I loved the money. I enjoyed the novelty and the feeling of being desired was pretty intoxicating In the early days, that was enough But after a while, the more men I saw…I stopped focusing on how I felt and started noticing how they felt Men who hadn’t been touched in years Men who just wanted to please me, even though they’d paid for the opposite Men who didn’t want domination or fantasy, just mutual attraction And actually, just basic relief. I realised, we are intimacy crisis In psychology, there’s a concept called touch deprivation or skin hunger A biological need for connection that, when unmet, begins to erode emotional and physical health And in those rooms, I saw it play out again and again Clients weren’t just seeking physical pleasure They were seeking proof that they still mattered And in that context? The work changed. It stopped feeling like a hustle and started feeling like a privilege To share the gift of human intimacy with someone who had gone far too long without it, in a world that moves so fast, shames too easily, and connects too little So even though it was a job, with that context in mind, i felt a sanctity towards my work which made it so deeply meaningful, and honestly a daily joy