These are a few of my foster kittens, on the day before they got adopted! I hide them in my spare room or spare bathroom when clients come and try to make my apartment somewhat resemble an upscale incall, not a smelly cat ranch. These kittens (plus two more and the mom) were abandoned, so my partner and I took them all in at one week old and raised them for three months. I collected all the hundies from my drawer for the picture. —Emily
I just started working this week and it’s gone better than I could have dreamed. Here is my bearded dragon Pancake sitting on six days’ earnings as an escort/kink provider in London, UK.
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This is my 14-year-old cat Esther (also known as the Pesterhide Miawler), guarding my earnings for the week. After a day at work, my ritual is to arrange my earnings in stacks of $100 in a neat grid, either on the floor or on my bed. Must be the Virgo in me, but I LOVE seeing all that cash arranged so neatly.—Carmen
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Stripper, Florida. Paying my tax to the Supreme Leader, who typically peels off the large notes and leave the singles for litter. Mommy’s haul from a weekend of dancing, supplemented by drug money from a home mycology project. A total of $1121 dollars, which I was benevolently given permission to use toward new tires and brake pads.—Lexi
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Lion is fiercely protective of my hooker earnings. You don’t want to mess with a lion.—Georgia
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