If I were an "escort" as two people I know (and once called my friends) have openly claimed I am, I wouldn't have saved 8 months for a down payment on a $4000 car. I'd live in a nicer place. I wouldn't need to work. I'd live in Beverly Hills, not roommates with a girl i can't stand to look at. I'd drive a Mercedes instead of a Miata. I'd have hair dressers do my hair instead of coloring it myself. My cats would wear rhinestone collars instead of frayed PetsMart nylon cheapies. It wouldn't have been my first trip to Paris, but my 20th. I'd be on "dates" every weekend instead of doing animal adoptions for free. I'd have expensive clothes, diamond jewelry, pearl necklaces and the best of everything - because I would be trying to superficially compensate for the emptiness in my soul.
Be not jealous of those wiser and fairer than thee.
Gain thee thine own wisdom by observation.
Be thee fairer in thine actions, not in thine appearance.
Heed this warning, all who dare approach.
Do not cross a maiden with a quiet or still temper, for when it flairs, there will be no chance to reign it back in until the damage is done. The worlds will collide, the sky will fall and the earth beneath you will crumble into ash - and that will only be the start of things to come.