Anya's search for work as an escort in London
The flickering neon of a late-night bus stop cast a jaundiced glow on Anya’s face. She clutched her worn laptop bag, the weight of its contents – a meticulously crafted resume and a surprisingly optimistic outlook – a familiar burden. Twenty-four years old, armed with a Classics degree and a crippling student loan debt, Anya navigated London’s labyrinthine streets with a blend of academic intellect and street-smart desperation.