<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2446595052243777049</id><updated>2011-09-10T05:47:34.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Light Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlightchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446595052243777049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlightchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Girl X</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2446595052243777049.post-8245432091916405831</id><published>2010-12-13T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:25:23.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>I often ask myself why I am really doing this. It has been about three years now. Is it for the money, attention, control, a sexual addiction? Maybe&amp;nbsp;one of the above, or a combination of several things? I'm not sure where I am at with it now, but it all began once upon a time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is simple enough, and I suspect none to different than a lot of girls in this industry. I was finding myself at the end of a not-so-good, long-term relationship, and feeling financially trapped and unable to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I had a full-time job/career, (still do!)&amp;nbsp;but soon realized I would need&amp;nbsp;additional income in order to extricate myself form this relationship&amp;nbsp;and maintain some sort of finacial stability for the next few years. I didn't have lofty ideas of shopping sprees, crazy amounts of spending money, a Pretty Woman fantasy, etc. --I basically just needed extra money for survival. I'm not a victim of sexual abuse, I come from a middle-class conservative family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a research geek at heart, and soon found myself looking for information on the beloved world wide web.&amp;nbsp;I uncovered the typical ads, agency information, personal websites, etc. I'm a very private person, and put quite a bit of thought into how I could or would do this, and retain my privacy. God forbid my friends or family find out. I'm not sure how I would handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After googling "My City" (we'll leave this identifier out for now) and the word "escort", I came accross a nifty little site that provided hours worth of reading material, advice, rants from hobbyists, and photos of some of the most beautiful, intriguing women I have ever seen. I immersed myself in&amp;nbsp;the website&amp;nbsp;for weeks, if not months. I was hooked. I had to try it. Being fairly brave by nature, I delved right&amp;nbsp;in. I spent some time crafting my call girl "name", (yes, I actually put some thought into it) set up an email account, created a user id, and dived right in. Surprisingly simple....right? Well, not&amp;nbsp;ALL the time. The experiences I hope to chronicle are a strange mix of crazy, complicated,&amp;nbsp;fun, romantic, off-the-wall, informative, eye-opening , sad, and sometimes shocking. I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2446595052243777049-8245432091916405831?l=redlightchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlightchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8245432091916405831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlightchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446595052243777049/posts/default/8245432091916405831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2446595052243777049/posts/default/8245432091916405831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlightchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-beginning.html' title='In The Beginning...'/><author><name>Girl X</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
