The factory. I’ve seen this building in the hood before, when I was a small girl, as I was born and grew up in Izmir city – old, dilapidated building over the gray concrete fence. No one lives around this building for a long time anymore – the last family from the street with the factory moved across the city in the new block ten years ago. Now, their house was in the row of the others looking on the old building, getting soaked by rains and blown by winds.

I have no idea what’s in the head of my next client from New Year Russian escort Izmir service, but he wanted a girl to have sex with her inside of this rusty building. He paid extra. I was the only girl to agree on it from entire Izmir escort agency Christmas service as ‘twas good money I the rest of the girls were afraid of going there. Ding-a-ling cowards.

The premise was loud and crowded. The clocks were going to ring out 12 o’clock, symbolizing New Year, but she was still searching for a partner to kiss with during this time. The mansion was filled with people of different ages and skin colors as if it hosted a party of workers of Google or SpaceX companies gathered to celebrate another year. She didn’t know whether it was true but she was here, with a glass of quality wine in a hand, and a bottle of it in another hand, being in a quarrel with her boyfriend just several hours ago, before they had to visit this event. The reason did not matter, they’ve quarreled as long as she was in these relations, so now she was definitely considering to abandon him once and for all – just as soon as she returns from this party house.

The wine or the desire to get separated with her disgusted boyfriend led her to the realization of the fact that soon, there’ll be 12 o’clock and she must finally find someone to kiss with. That guy over here seemed her nice one and in this moment, she felt for the first time as an Izmir girl running to hers new client. Although, there was no money tied in such desire, so the feeling passed by fluently, shortly after its arrival.