I'm going to keep this vague in ways that'll probably be obvious. That's just how it is when you're from where I'm from.
Belfast is a wee place. The bits that matter, the bits where people know people, are smaller than they look from the outside. I grew up in a community where everyone knew what everyone was at, more or less. Some of that's changed, some of it hasn't. The information networks are still there. They've just moved online.
Started about five years ago. My wife knows something's different about me but not what. She asked once, in a way that was technically about something else, and I answered the something else. I don't know if she believed me. I'd say probably not, fully. We haven't revisited it. There's a way of not revisiting things in a long marriage that both people can maintain if they choose, and we've both made that choice, I think.
Discretion here is not optional. I book through channels with no connection to anything else I do. A phone that does nothing else. Places in other parts of the city, not my part. Five years without an incident, which I think is more luck than pure skill, but being careful helps.
The women I've booked here have mostly been very professional. Belfast has a smaller pool than Dublin or London, and the regulars are mostly repeat business because there isn't the volume of new clients that bigger cities get. The providers I've met know that discretion goes both ways and take it seriously. That matters a lot to me.
I'm not going to tell you why I do it. That's private. Dead on if you want to share on here, that's what it's for, but I'm just not the confessional type. I'm here because reading other people's experiences is useful, and adding something in return seems fair.