I always used to joke about moving to London and marrying a millionaire. Even when I got here, that seemed like a future pipe dream, not something that would click into motion straight away. Now I actually do get wined and dined by some handsome millionaires, even ones who are looking to settle down and find a good woman... but do I woo them? No. I run a mile. If I meet them as an escort, I'm completely confident and will let them take me out as often as they like. But as myself, I slowly back off until I'm at a safe enough distance to tell the story of how much fun it was when I went out with that millionaire.
Please don't make me grow up. Don't let me get old. Who knows the way to the fountain of youth???
Brooke x
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