Adorable April

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Model perfect to the tips of her toes, April is one of the most popular blonde escorts and one you cannot afford to miss. Twenty-five years old, natural blonde, with tanned golden skin, April embodies the fantasy lady of many gentlemen’s dreams.

She tells us she has a weakness for luxury and high-end labels, so to break the ice, why not take her shopping around Kensington or Chelsea, where fashion runs rife, and the shop assistants will be falling over themselves to tend to her every whim? Please show your appreciation for the time you have spent together with a token that she will never forget you. You could pretend you are Richard Gere and Julia Roberts as you promise to pay “an obscene amount of money”!

Not based in one specific area, April can be found out and about in Central London either with friends or rushing off somewhere as her busy social life dictates. She is the first to say she loves her life and is delighted to meet new people and share their experiences. She is one of our escorts in South Kensington but is also available for international assignments with notice.

To enjoy the company of this truly gorgeous young woman, call us, and our team of English receptionists will talk you through the particulars of your date. All prices are on our ladies’ profiles, and we offer an honest description for each of our ladies with 100% genuine and recent photographs.

You’ll need a date in Notting Hill…

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When it comes to shopping in London, a true reveller would be unable to resist the charms of Notting Hill. This exclusive district in Central London is uber-expensive and uber-chic – no wonder we have the most beautiful 24hr Companions living and working there.

Hyde Park, Bayswater, and Holland Park surround Notting Hill. Each area has its weight of luxury hotels, residences and shops; however, the heart of it all stands Portobello Road – the jewel in the crown of consumerism. Famous worldwide, its shops, bars and restaurants are visited by tourists froworldwides it any wonder that our escorts love to spend their time there?

One such escort is Adele. This European blonde has green eyes and slim curves. Even at twenty-one, Adele is a fun and charming companion who would be the ideal date choice for any London man. She’s one of our top Notting Hill Gate escorts.

If you are unsure what to do for fun and entertainment in London, we recommend browsing (or spending in!) the designer brands running along Bond Street. Or maybe dedicate a few hours at Harvey Nichols; allow your companion to lose herself in Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik and to Prada stores. The district also has some of London’s most renowned restaurants – like Babylon at The Roof Gardens – chic bars and clubs. How could you ever be bored?

We guarantee booking the beautiful European escort Adele will leave you with a smile for days afterwards. Call or book online. We are open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. All calls and enquiries are confidential, and we will never share your details.

I like to be called ‘a love therapist’…

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Have you ever played sexy strangers in a bar with your partner? Have you ever had a grope in a restaurant under the table or visited the toilet simultaneously at the interval in the theatre? If your answer is no, then maybe you need to enlist the help of a very sexy brunette escort. Oh yeah, me!

I have turned men’s outlook on women from unapproachable to unbelievable. And I don’t believe that anything is too much or I am giving men a false sense of hope. Believe it or not, I have friends outside of my line of work who have been in relationships for a long time and like to keep the spark alive with a cheeky fumble at the cinema or dressing up in some amazing outfits, clearly inspired by moi but with all the drive and passion from them.

As a London Escort, I have loved playing ‘restore his faith in women’ with many clients. We have taken the stereotype of gorgeous but a real bitch and turned it into a beautiful but genuine laugh and added a few bits of super sexy mystery as a bonus. I have held hands, shimmied in close and strutted my stuff around like I have the best man in the world next to me, and I love giving them the confidence to either send them on their way or get them to book another date.

Yes, call me Ms Therapist of all things sexual. Move over, Barry White; listen to my sensual callings…

How do you like your coffee?

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I am not at home because I am typing this from Italy, L.cky me!!!
My long weekend break, returning tomorrow morning, with Giovanni, started as “coffee soon?” and became “take your passport and meet me at Heathrow at 13:00 hours. Giovanni was born in London’s West End to Sicilian parents and emigrated there in 1990 before making his home somewhere between Tuscany and Paris. He has an ex-wife, five children, three dogs in a villa in the Tuscan countryside and a mistress in Paris with one child. Before you ask how he manages to afford to keep them all, his six-figure salary seems to be that.

How do I fit in? Well, he does like to keep up appearances with the Italian social elite and to rub his ex-wife’s nose in the fact that he hasn’t lost touch with the ladies. Ex Mrs Giovanni doesn’t know about the Parisian mistress or the half-brother of her offspring, so I step in as the model girlfriend. I don’t mind, I love Italy, and I am used to being discreet.

So we came to Italy for proper coffee, ground from good coffee beans, in an authentic restaurant by an adequate barista. I used a small amount of Italian vocabulary on him – enough to say “grazi” – and flashed my most dazzling smile. Red-blooded Mediterranean men do like to feel appreciated by red-blooded British women! And how do I like my coffee? Well, I am partial to a cappuccino, but I do prefer a latte – especially when it is homegrown.

And I discovered that barista training is right around the corner from the hotel. How exciting!

I’m an escort get me out of here!!!!!

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How can I not laugh watching “I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here!” – The Bush Tucker Trial reminds me of some of the beautiful cuisines I have tastedworldwider. However, I must tell you about my experience with an actual “foodie” client known for his recklessness and love for English escorts.

I wrote recently about my experience dining at ‘Dans Le Noir’, where I consumed a three-course meal in pitch black. Well, if you thought that was strange, you should have seen where I ended up this afternoon! Archipelago is a central London restaurant where the menu already contains a few creepy crawlies. Yes, folks. We are talking Scorpions, Crickets and Bees. Now, I couldn’t really give two hoots about the former two, but I am partial to watching bees at work, and I rather like the little furry bugs, more so because I love honey.

So I started my taste test with ‘Locusts and Crickets, pan-fried with chilli and garlic and served with spinach and rocket leaves.’ Yum. Crickets are bitter! Yuck. My date, Reuben, advised me to chew thoroughly – which seemed odd when I thought about what else you would do if someone handed you a cricket to eat. Still, the flavours within the meal itself helped to take a little of that away, and I started to enjoy it when the sweet fluid pooled at the bottom of my bowl.

Next was a roasted, chocolate-covered scorpion. Yes, a scorpion, and my word almighty, was that visually unappealing. Well, would you want something with a sting and pincers near your mouth – covered in chocolate or not?! In some countries, they leave the venom in the sting, which can kill you. Brilliant. Thankfully, the UK had some sense to make that against the law. I gulped much water after this to make sure I had flushed it all away.

And finally – the honey bee Brule. Preserved in honey, served to rest on a tuille biscuit, in a white chocolate honeycomb. The rosewater crème brûlée is supposed to accentuate the bee’s allegedly minty flavour. I don’t want a bee to be minty! He isn’t an After-Eight Mint! I don’t know how I will watch The Bees in Hyde Park now without feeling guilty. They are harvested during a swarm to prevent damage to the hive. At what point does the Queen do a quick head count and say, “Hold on, I think we’re missing a couple of hundred workers here!” I was happy to see the plate taken away, which is a pity because Brule is my favourite dessert worldwide, and I think I have tainted it forever.

After the meal, I made Reuben take me out for a stiff drink. He fancied flavoured vodkas. I just wanted something without the frills and fuss where I could order something everyone in the bar would have heard of!