I'm not Belle de Jour and I'm not Dawn Annandale - I'm somewhere in between. This weekend, I took my highly educated, well spoken, from-the-right-side-of-the-tracks arse to see my new employer; a man who introduced himself as Mike. "Let's make lots of money", he told me when we parted ways after a couple of coffees, over which he explained to me what's expected from me at £300/hour.
But I'll get back to Mike and what led me to make this decision in the first place.
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