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I’m Vixen Blonde—an elegant enigma, a name that lingers with a hint of midnight mystery. I move in quiet elegance, known to those who seek discreet allure and unforgettable encounters.

58 Followers  |  45 Following  |  13 Posts  |  Joined: 10.09.2025  |  1.7297

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@VIXENBLONDE IS FEELING
0457 432 997 Geelong lookout 👀
#geelong #escort #wild #men

23.01.2026 13:24 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Year 🥰

29.12.2025 09:53 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Sirens we are a group of escorts from all over the country!
We work together helping each other, recommending clients in the area and passing on there profiles if we can do the job! We warn each other a lift each other up! DM me to join no cost just kindness to join #sexworkers,#escorts

29.12.2025 09:49 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
They look at us like we’re made to be touched—used—then discarded, like we don’t feel anything. They smile, fuck, leave. Over and over again, like we’re dolls that don’t remember. Flesh without memory. Holes without heart.

But I remember. Every lie. Every time a man outside of work told me you’re different, I don’t care what you do, you deserve more. He touched me like I was precious—but only until he had me. Until I opened up. Until I gave him something no one pays for: trust.

Then he took what he wanted and left.

He thought I wouldn’t break. That I’d been fucked so many times that pain just slips off my skin. That my heart’s numb, so he could press in, use me, whisper sweetness into my mouth while meaning none of it—and I’d just take it.

But I felt everything.

Every word he didn’t mean. Every time he looked at me like I was someone, then pulled back the second I believed him. He touched my body like it was his, but treated my soul like trash. Like I couldn’t hurt. Like I couldn’t cry.

And I did. After. Alone. His name still warm on my lips, his weight still pressed into my skin. I wrapped my arms around my own shaking ribs because he didn’t even leave that. Not a hug. Not a text. Not a fucking thought.

He came for softness, for warmth, for the woman who’s used to being looked at but not seen. And he thought he was different too—because he didn’t pay. Because he kissed my forehead. Because he made me laugh.

But in the end, he left like all the rest.

And maybe that hurts worse. Because it wasn’t work. Because I chose him. Because I thought, just maybe, this one was real.

It’s not okay. To lie. To use. To tell me I’m beautiful while ripping out the parts of me that believe it. To say you care just to watch me crumble quieter.

I’m not a fucking toy. I’m not a phase. I’m not a body for you to play with just because you’re bored or lonely or curious.

I’m a woman. I feel. 

And if you didn’t mean to love me—then you should’ve kept your hands off my heart.

They look at us like we’re made to be touched—used—then discarded, like we don’t feel anything. They smile, fuck, leave. Over and over again, like we’re dolls that don’t remember. Flesh without memory. Holes without heart. But I remember. Every lie. Every time a man outside of work told me you’re different, I don’t care what you do, you deserve more. He touched me like I was precious—but only until he had me. Until I opened up. Until I gave him something no one pays for: trust. Then he took what he wanted and left. He thought I wouldn’t break. That I’d been fucked so many times that pain just slips off my skin. That my heart’s numb, so he could press in, use me, whisper sweetness into my mouth while meaning none of it—and I’d just take it. But I felt everything. Every word he didn’t mean. Every time he looked at me like I was someone, then pulled back the second I believed him. He touched my body like it was his, but treated my soul like trash. Like I couldn’t hurt. Like I couldn’t cry. And I did. After. Alone. His name still warm on my lips, his weight still pressed into my skin. I wrapped my arms around my own shaking ribs because he didn’t even leave that. Not a hug. Not a text. Not a fucking thought. He came for softness, for warmth, for the woman who’s used to being looked at but not seen. And he thought he was different too—because he didn’t pay. Because he kissed my forehead. Because he made me laugh. But in the end, he left like all the rest. And maybe that hurts worse. Because it wasn’t work. Because I chose him. Because I thought, just maybe, this one was real. It’s not okay. To lie. To use. To tell me I’m beautiful while ripping out the parts of me that believe it. To say you care just to watch me crumble quieter. I’m not a fucking toy. I’m not a phase. I’m not a body for you to play with just because you’re bored or lonely or curious. I’m a woman. I feel. And if you didn’t mean to love me—then you should’ve kept your hands off my heart.

Men say they don’t care what I do—until they get what they want.

They touch me like I don’t feel. Fuck me like I won’t break. Lie to get inside, then leave like I was never real.

But I feel everything. Every kiss, every word, every silence after.

I’m not a toy. I’m a woman. And I bleed too.

29.12.2025 09:38 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Hi Sarah
Love to connect! I have a safe watch that is amazing a great asset to keep us safe. Given to me after an assaul. They notify the security company gps locate and send police if needed as it live records once activate! All girls should have one 🥰

15.12.2025 11:37 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Sometimes less is more, all natural rocking 50!! #womanover50 #bodypositive #loveyourself @realbabesonline.bsky.social

15.12.2025 11:31 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Why we need to be acknowledge and highlight the silent pandemic of Male DV victims!

Why we need to be acknowledge and highlight the silent pandemic of Male DV victims!

As an Escort I see this to often💔
Men are dying.
Male abuse exists — but when men speak up, we mock them, ignore them, or punish them.
3 in 4 suicides in Australia are male.
Many were abuse victims.
This isn’t coincidence. It’s consequence.
Silence is complicity.
#MensMentalHealth #SilenceKills

15.12.2025 11:27 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Hello Ladies,
I would love to have more connections with other women in the industry to work to recommend. Together we are stronger and safe.
I have some tech that I also recommend that you probably don’t know about but is life saving and will back up any situation that may occur. DM anytime

13.12.2025 06:29 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Richmond Air BnB Worlds greatest Bathroom 🥰
#Melbounre #escort

28.10.2025 01:24 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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13.09.2025 10:18 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
In love with Honey Birdette also feel sex AF wearing it 🥰

In love with Honey Birdette also feel sex AF wearing it 🥰

More @honeybirdette.bsky.social
Totally addicted great service I try to shop somewhere else never happens lol.
Men love it and always comment!
Great for photo shoots 🥰

11.09.2025 10:58 — 👍 3    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Addicted to @honeybirdette.bsky.social
I now own the entire bondage collect 🫣
It actually makes me feel so feminine and sexy I love it!
No more bonds for me! Lol

11.09.2025 10:53 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Spring is here what a wonderful time to come vis me!
@ivysociety.bsky.social @realbabes.com.au

10.09.2025 15:16 — 👍 5    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

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