Confession of a Hollywood Escort Part 1 (the intro)

Everyone thinks Hollywood is the land of milk and honey, but to most it's another world, especially if the only way to survive is to surrender your mind, body, and soul to the most riches, most powerful, people in the world. Growing up poor, in the early 80's watching dynasty, reading the Robb report, videos on MTV,etc... All you think about is a life of luxury. And the only way to get it is to take it!

Poverty either makes you smart or dumb. You can't be both if a hustle is all you have to live for, and the only thing that will take you out of your horrible surroundings. So as soon as I was able to leave my one bedroom shack with my 8 siblings, I was more then ready to leave Brazil and make my way to America to have a better life. Being able to get a work visa, and have a job with a wealthy family, in Boston, Ma. was a dream come true. Working for a wealthy couple and taking care of three young kids, was a piece of cake! After taking care of 7 kids, without running water, or electricity.  I had a bed, which I didn't know that I would later be sharing with the man of the house...

The first thing I learned when I came to America was Hustle or die, and I was not able to risk death or be faced with dying, so my dream had to become a reality, regardless of who, or whom I had to sleep with to get it. So if I became your nanny, I wouldn't mind becoming your husbands mistress, why not? I'm already doing everything you're not doing, so why not play the part to the fullest! I didn't know that I would have to pay for my new lifestyle with everything I had, including my sanity. Once he started to notice me, making passes, even going as far as to give me a new, American name Christina his wife had to know that I didn't come from to Brazil to America with these $80.00 jeans, attending a private college, and sporting a Rolex because I taught your kids their ABC's! Not at all, I was practicing taking your husband away from you, in your very own house! To be continued....