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You’ll need a date in Notting Hill…

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When it comes to shopping in London, a true reveller would be unable to resist the charms of Notting Hill. This exclusive district in Central London is uber-expensive and uber-chic – no wonder we have the most beautiful 24hr Companions living and working there.

Hyde Park, Bayswater, and Holland Park surround Notting Hill. Each area has its weight of luxury hotels, residences and shops; however, the heart of it all stands Portobello Road – the jewel in the crown of consumerism. Famous worldwide, its shops, bars and restaurants are visited by tourists froworldwides it any wonder that our escorts love to spend their time there?

One such escort is Adele. This European blonde has green eyes and slim curves. Even at twenty-one, Adele is a fun and charming companion who would be the ideal date choice for any London man. She’s one of our top Notting Hill Gate escorts.

If you are unsure what to do for fun and entertainment in London, we recommend browsing (or spending in!) the designer brands running along Bond Street. Or maybe dedicate a few hours at Harvey Nichols; allow your companion to lose herself in Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik and to Prada stores. The district also has some of London’s most renowned restaurants – like Babylon at The Roof Gardens – chic bars and clubs. How could you ever be bored?

We guarantee booking the beautiful European escort Adele will leave you with a smile for days afterwards. Call or book online. We are open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. All calls and enquiries are confidential, and we will never share your details.

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A well deserved day off…

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What does a London agency escort do on her day off? Well, you could argue that every day is a potential day off considering she might spend her time being wined and dined in a fabulous 5-star restaurant or entertained in the suites of some of the plushest hotels in London. But I mean an actual day off.

By definition, a day off means starting and ending the day doing nothing or entirely as you please. When was my last day out? Oh my word, now there’s a question. It might have been when I was ill and convalescing at home last month, but I don’t call that a day off as I was booked to see a client. I couldn’t make it. So, I might have to go back a little further.

Maybe it was my last haircut day? No, not that either, as I think I saw someone that evening go to a show at the Bloomsbury Theatre. So when was it?

OK, I can’t remember, so that should tell you something about me. I’m a) a workaholic, b) utterly spoilt for work, and c) knackered.

I should probably book myself in for a day off soon. With the summer holidays nearly ending, I need to have a day to myself and book a lovely week away and maybe see some friends I haven’t caught up with for a while. But is that an actual day of rest, considering I will be beating the pavements as usual, just under another guise? Does that mean I have to stay indoors in my apartment all day? Alone? That could get seriously boring. Well, I suppose I could rent a few DVDs or download some music while lobbying for something comfortable. It would also mean I could actually (horror!) switch my phone off until 8 a.m. the following day…

Do you know what? I think I am going to do it. Quick! Before I change my mind.

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All for a good cause

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Today, I am going to an Auction. Well, it was an early start. My right-hand man Franco was in Mayfair with a cardboard carrier of Americano coffees and some croissants to go. As I had my hair in a towel and my stress head on, this was a very welcome sight! My door was wedged open with a shoe – not being auctioned off – and some burly and tasty young men were moving in and out of it. Sometimes, I almost said, “Oh, not that one,” but Franco shook his head wordlessly at me, and I had to let them go.

And then we were off to Oxford Circus! I could feel the adrenaline as we watched the crates and rails being unloaded by a team of highly organised young women. I have no idea where they came from, but they had something to do with James and his abundant knowledge of fundraiser organisers. They treated me like royalty, and I could almost taste the palpable aura of garment lust. “If you want it, you’ll have to bid on it, darling, Franco said to one young, sexy blonde pawing a limited edition Pucci silk jacket.

At ten o’clock, the doors were flung open to the public. The rows of seats were immediately filled, the edges of the warehouse flanked by assistants on the phone and other buyers. I recognised a few faces from my regular haunts (Kensington, Fulham and Chelsea) – a few gave me the thumbs up. My beautician was right at the front with her life savings to bid on one of my pink fur coats.

There was an expectant buzz, and then Franco introduced the cause, and then… me! I was waved to the front to say a few words, and my mouth went dry, but I managed it. And after deafening applause, it began…

Money, running into tens, hundreds and thousands, flew across that warehouse. A pair of strappy Jimmy Choos from SS07 went for £900 within the first ten minutes. Scraps of silk, lace, satin and feathers exchanged hands like hotcakes. A few Japanese girls were in the audience battling for Chanel and Chloe, whom I thought might get ugly at one point. Thankfully, James had the sense to hire me some security guards when he was dishing out the employment for the day.

And by 13.30, it was all over. The cash tin was counted, the cheques and credit card slips bundled, and after checking three times, the total for my designer goods at auction was….. £327,089! And no, I’m not kidding. Bear in mind that I have (had!)My collection has some pretty wealthy clients and some retro, authentic pieces; it is still pretty staggering!

Enjoy St. Barnardo’s and SCOPE – two worthy causes.

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Sensual Sophie

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Our featured escort this week is lovely, luscious and lascivious Sophie. This 23-year-old blonde escort is of Polish nationality and spends her time in the Marylebone area- lucky London men!

Sophie is strong-willed and intelligent and loves to keep her fantastic figure in shape with regular exercise. Is it any wonder that this stunning young woman boasts 32C-22-32 statistics? Dressing them up in stylish clothes bought from her many international trips or down in designer lingerie, Sophie tells us that looking gorgeous is one of her sensual pleasures. (Topped off with a spray of an expensive eau de parfum from an admirer). Perhaps you would like to treat her to something special in the departure lounge of a London Airport as you fly her somewhere you both can be alone?

Sophie’s demeanour, bearing and upbringing make her the perfect gentleman’s choice. Culture, art and current affairs are her preferred topics of conversation, and she adores a witty man with a quick mind who will challenge her. Imagine the fun you two could have bantering back and forth over dinner in a top London Restaurant- setting the stakes high for whatever is to follow. The chemistry between you could be electric!

Sophie adores travelling all over Europe and beyond with her clients. She is rarely seen in her Marylebone apartment as her busy schedule demands her time and attention. So, to book this brown-eyed beauty, phone us well before your trip or agenda, and we will let you know her availability. Please call us on 07811 160 160 Monday to Sunday for incall and outcall escorts 24hrs.

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Horror dates

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I won’t lie… I wouldn’t say I like scary films. Something makes my brain work overtime, and I get carried away and lost in my “what if” fantasies or complete nightmares! I have always loved a good old-fashioned rom-com or sci-fi film. Nothing comes creeping out from behind you in your bathroom, and kids don’t suddenly become possessed and turn demonic as the sun goes down. I grew up in the leafy and child-friendly borough of Hampstead. I attended school with other generally lovely children and their parents, whom I know would never let them watch anything scarier than Count Duckula!!

Jeff is my client for the day and night, requesting the pleasure of his sexy blonde escort to give him some good old girlfriend experience, and has asked me to come over to his house in Belgravia to eat dinner and watch films. Jeff is a 40-something gazillionaire, and he most certainly likes all his mod cons: colossal plasma screen and surround sound. He has told me that he wants to play a real chivalrous man and woman in a relationship where said man and woman watch terrifying films, and the man looks after the woman as she nestles into his shoulder for protection. Bless him for wanting to wave his you-know-what around and hold me in his big, muscly arms, but I am quite frankly terrified. I told him this was a great idea and I would bring extra popcorn in my best enthusiastic tone. Still, inside, I was already screaming into my pillow at the mere thought of the fangs, creaking doors and candles being blown out by some genuinely horrifying unidentified thing.

I never refuse any challenge or date suggested by my clients, as you well know, but I can honestly say I was so close. Closer than the time Bob took me shopping outside of London on a high street with just a QS and a C&A knockoff shop. You can also imagine my disgust when he told me we were going out for dinner in the West End (cue me perking up) to be taken to a fast food job down a side street.

Okay, nothing will be as wrong as that… bring on the screams of terror…yikes!

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