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Florence Wilde
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From my head to my feet, I am a Fleur de Force.
Your part-time dream girl, yielding to temptation, made to be loved
Often compared to the wildflower, I am a young woman of both pure and deviant spirit, naturally equipped with a certain spark that ignites unadulterated happiness in others. My glowing fleur de force nature is one to be both seen and felt. I capture the attention of strangers with my commanding stride, my long, luscious blonde locks bouncing off my shoulders, and my sparkling aquamarine-blue eyes. And lover, I’m looking only at you.
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Darcy Sloane
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Where next, darling?
Can I tell you a secret?
This has always been something of a fantasy of mine. But maybe not for the reasons you think. It’s not the decadence or the luxury, although I’m certainly accustomed to both. And it’s not the glamour, despite the fact I’ve always found that the better you dress, the worse you can behave. No. It’s something else entirely. It’s because in my fantasies, I was always that rare, beautiful thing: A woman that never had to compromise. A woman of rich appetites.
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Nina Lazou
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Goddess Of Hedonism And Kinky Pleasures
A luxurious independent companion with a deviant mind, a warm heart, and killer looks.
Raised next to the Aegean Sea and educated in elite UK universities, I masterfully fuse together the fiery passion of my Mediterranean origins with the refined elegance of a true cosmopolitan. With my avid curiosity for people, pleasure and knowledge, I excel in fields ranging from academia and art to fitness and of course…the erotic realm.
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Circe
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Flame-Haired Muse
Renaissance in public, Baroque behind closed doors.
The summer when I first moved to the city to study art Fine Art was a heatwave - make of that what you will. To escape the heat, I’d often find myself seeking sanctuary from the sun-drenched clamour of Trafalgar Square into the cool, hushed rooms of the National Gallery. If we’d passed (and who knows, maybe we did), perhaps your gaze would have been drawn to the cascade of auburn curls falling over my pale, inked shoulders, or the sundress skimming my curves as I stood basking in front of Artemisia Gentileschi, Titian or Rubens.