My name's Tanguy, it's French

M. Renae Dubois
Jan 4, 2024
1 min read

Why are you talking to me

What do you want

You tell me you're a worker too

But it's got to be a front

I put my story out there

On some media socially

I get the occasional peepster

Who wants more of me

This one says he's an escort

Serving women in control

Six years in but he's nervous

His identity he clearly stole

He's obviously a young man

Attracted to my age

My experiences thrill him

Now my mood he's trying to gauge

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