Just touched down in Glasgow after six weeks on the North Sea rigs. Money's burnin a hole right through my wallet and christ do I need some human contact after bein stuck with a bunch of roughnecks.
First thing I always do is hit up my regular girl. Known her few years now. She knows exactly what I want no messin about. Two hundred quid for an hour and worth every single penny. Some folk might judge but they've never spent weeks in a metal box rollin about the ocean with nothin but work and more work.
Oil money means I can treat myself. No point savin every last pound when life's short and lonely. These girls understand the routine. I come in hot, want some warmth, some connection even if it's paid for. Some nights it's just about not feelin so damn isolated.
Glasgow's good to me after these shifts. Warm flat. Hot shower. Nice escort. Few drinks. Reset before I go back out to the platforms. Rinse and repeat.
Not a bad life if you can handle the loneliness.