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Many of our companions are open to international assignments, making it easy for our clients who need travel partners abroad. One prime destination is Madrid, the stunning capital of Spain and its largest city, boasting a population of over 3 million people.

So, why choose Madrid? Renowned for its political, economic, and cultural significance, it attracts both tourists and locals alike, all eager to experience the city’s myriad offerings. From its famous art museums to its striking architecture—especially the breathtaking Catholic churches—and its classical music scene, Madrid truly is a paradise for culture enthusiasts.

Our London escorts love to be entertained in Madrid. These girls tell us that the nightlife is one of the city’s main attractions! You haven’t indeed visited Madrid if you haven’t experienced the clubs, jazz lounges, and live music venues. Dining out in Tapas bars, drinking at cocktail bars, or watching flamenco – there is something for all and something every night. Ask your escort if she’d like to dance or sit and tap her feet to the varied talents of Spanish musicians.

Although the weather in Madrid is much the same as in London (with much less rain!!), Don’t let that put you off a city break, remember. As long as you both wrap up warm, you should be able to enjoy the many hidden treasures of this historic and beautiful city. And if the cold gets too much, hop on a bus or train and go somewhere together you might not have thought of before. Remember, when you think you know Madrid, something may pop up and surprise you!

Booking a lady to accompany you abroad couldn’t be simpler. Either call or email us Monday through Sunday. Please note that our escorts require 24 hours’ notice to confirm an international booking, so plan accordingly.

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Women can indeed be manipulative—sometimes in subtle ways, even when they claim otherwise. My mother used to say, “Ask, and you shall receive; don’t ask, and you won’t want.” I have my doubts about that.

Let me set the scene for you…

This weekend, I spent a delightful day at Westfield Shopping Centre, just ten minutes from Paddington, with a charming companion. Surrounded by bustling shoppers and high-end boutiques, I managed to tick off several items on my shopping list, including some with Victor. I adore shopping dates, as they offer a refreshing change from my usual online shopping spree on Amazon.

There we were, fingers intertwined, arms laden with branded bags. Victor had insisted on visiting nearly every men’s clothing store (who says men aren’t particular?), while I found myself yearning for those stunning multi-coloured glitter stilettos from Kurt Geiger on level one. As he tried on his fiftieth jumper, I mentally justified the £150 price tag while calculating the remaining balance on my MasterCard.

Being attuned to the needs of others, I often step in before tensions rise, especially when Victor gets frustrated. I wanted those shoes, and he was ready for a change of scenery, so I suggested we pop into Pret a Manger, conveniently located on level one. The aroma of coffee and fresh sandwiches drew him in, and as we ascended the escalator, I figured we could pass my dream shoes in just 30 seconds after we refuelled.

A man with a full belly is a happy man – and a man open to bribery. Near the cafe was a huge Apple store with plenty of shiny laptops and iPads murmuring sweet nothings. Attention diverted from Fair Isle knitwear, Victor swung his hips through the door and took a lungful of Broadband. A London escort such as me must have patience as a virtue: the patience to accept her needs comes after those of her date. I watched Victor dribble over a MacBook Pro and counted down the minutes until I could lick the heel of that display shoe.

And then… a boom! Victor kissed my forehead and said, “Darling, you have been patient with me today. Let me buy a present for my beautiful girl. Shall we look at something for you?” I could have wept. “Oh, you don’t have to do that…” I said through my lashes. He made a pooh-pooh noise, and we fell into step… right past Kurt Geiger. And there they were… in the window, dazzling under the lights as I knew they would be… my shoes. Ten minutes later, I had a shiny gift bag dangling from my arm, and my date looked very pleased with himself as I let him “choose” a pair, though I can’t say product placement didn’t play a part.

Call me manipulative, then, if you want, but you can’t say that my gentleman friend wasn’t pleased to make me happy. The date had, as always, been about him and a trip to W12. I’m a big fan of West London, especially now that I know Kurt Geiger has a fantastic store there!