I Met The Oldest Escort In Singapore: She Wore a Crown of Bitterness
A bitter and resentful Chinese Singaporean Escort who has worked in the Industry for a decade
Dear Diary,
They warned me about her.
Both my lovers and the online reviews written in rage and regret.
‘‘She insulted my dick for it’s hygiene, squeezed my balls, then demanded extra compensation.”
“She threw my bag out the window.”
‘‘What a scam. She turns out to be an auntie in her 40’s pretending to be in her 20’s!”
‘‘She arrived over an hour late then shouted at me saying that escorts don’t always come on time.”
“Her words were nothing but vulgar.”
She became a legend not for seduction, but for her anger.
And yet… I agreed to meet her.
Because I chose to see that there is a mountain of unhealed scars beneath that rage. Maybe she needed a little nudge towards something brighter.
THE FORUM REBUKE
We crossed path on an infamous Singapore sex forum known as SammyBoyForum (SBF)— A digital dark alley pulsing with more shadow than substance. Misogyny, ego, anger, insecurity, objectification of women through number ratings and manipulation of fake reviews swirl together like a perfect brew of venom. I wouldn’t have known such a platform existed, if not for a few of my lovers mentioning it.
One day, I saw a Singaporean man start a thread mocking escorts with higher rates, and others calling them women with a “Golden Pussy.” I spoke up not for praise, but because basic respect and humanity shouldn’t be conditional based on price.
To my surprise, some of the most highly booked escorts messaged me privately to thank me. They shared how common it was for clients to overstay their sessions without paying. They admitted how often they were disrespected.
And yet… not one of them had spoken up publicly.
It made me wonder.
Is this an industry where beautiful women are paid not just for pleasure, but for silence?
Does being desirable means being disempowered?
Have we normalized a world where women are expected to endure disrespect in exchange for income and worse, to smile while doing it?
And yet men complained about the rates.
LET’S MEET!
She saw what I wrote and reached out. She wanted to meet me in person.
I declined at first. I was already overwhelmed with juggling multiple side hustles and other creative pursuits. But she asked again. And again.
Something inside me wanted to hear her story. To offer her a moment of support and gently suggest she take a break, heal or leave this path. Because no ones should live their life with such obvious bitterness that becomes a reputation.
You see…
None of us are born angry.
We arrive in beautiful world like a sunshine—
Soft and puffy, Chuckles with joy, and oh so Curious.
We cry when something doesn’t feel right.
We resist what doesn’t fit.
We don’t fake it.
But the world isn’t all rosey.
It can change us.
If we’re not careful, it hardens us.
Until one day, we forget who we were.
HELLO
She picked a vegetarian restaurant in Somerset.
When I saw her and waved, I was surprised to see the rumors were true. While some ladies age gracefully into a hot MILF, she was more like a coffeeshop auntie in her late 40s maybe 50s. But I wasn’t her client, so I didn’t care.
As dinner went on, she shared her stories. About how she entered this industry to pay off her family’s debt (But refused to share how much— I offered advice on debt consolidation). She described painful experiences during her session— Men twisting her nipples. Other escorts who betrayed her— Friendships that became client gossips in the heat of competition.
I asked where all her anger came from. She said she couldn’t quite recall. Probably triggered by Gentlemen who negotiated her rates (She currently priced herself similar to escorts in their 20’s).
With a devilish smirk, she said “They want it cheap? I gave them a cheap service back. Just a handjob lor, nothing else” She laughed it off.
She rested her chin on her right hands, looked at me and told me she read my erotica posted on SBF and felt that I was Naive, Disillusioned, Living in my own bubble. I wasn’t offended, just surprised. How could an escort not have any sexual interest or fantasy?
She was clearly disconnected with her femininity.
NOT BORN WITH SILVER SPOON
Then she explained that she isn’t like me, an entrepreneur who knows how to earn money from different sources.
But I wasn’t born with a silver spoon.
I started working since I was 15.
From making bubble tea to corporate jobs to entrepreneurship that felt like my final calling.
I learned fast, dabbled with many things, give everything I touched 200% efforts. When I excelled and got bored, I jumped to an industry that is harder to master.
In these recent years, I discovered there are many ways to earn money if you’re willing to learn and master any skills (And monetise every asset you have).
Books raised me when in the quiet absence of parenthood.
They became my compass when no one else could show me the way.
I’ve read over 100 nonfiction books, thanks to our National Library.
Curiosity has always been in my blood— A relentless force.
Always learning, always questioning, and digging the truth in a world that insist we accept how things are. I didn’t have a luckier life than her.
“I discovered there are many ways to earn money if you’re willing to learn and master any skills.”
INVEST IN YOURSELF
I asked her how much she earns a month.
She told me around SGD 20K+ per month. I silently thought to myself: A whopping S$20,000+ is a lot for someone of her age & looks! She revealed that she swallowed her ego on the rates and did whatever was requested from her.
I asked where did all the money go. “Pay for family debts lor”, she shrugged. First of all, someone else’s debt isn’t our responsiblity. I told her she could set aside some income to learn new skills or start a business. She replied “I’m not smart like you.”.
But it’s not about being smart.
It’s about being willing.
And I don’t get it..
If I earn S$20,000+ per month, this would be how I would spend it:
Save S$5K for rainy days.
Spent S$5K on courses, degrees or mentoring by world class experts,
Distribute S$10K into investment portfolio & Business Capital.
Rest goes into living expenses.
In her case:
How is just S$10K for the monthly debts not be enough after 10 years?
That’s about at least a million dollar!
I guess it’s not about having talents at the end of the day— It’s how what you choose to do with what you have. For someone who clearly hates what she does for a living, she doesn’t seem to do anything to change it. Maybe that’s why people spiral into a black hole.
THE FREELOADING EMPRESS
When the bill came, she kept her hands to herself.
I paid for the big meal. The restaurant was closing, we had spent more than 3 hours. So we continued our conversation in Coffeebean cafe at Forum Mall. Let’s just say that when it comes to payment, she remained silent and looked towards my wallet.
Once again I paid for our drinks.
I wondered to myself.. I was the busy one. She asked me out, and yet I had to pay for everything. Normally, if you ask someone out, you should offer to pay for the meals or at least go dutch. But not this empress, who claims to earn S$20K+ per month. I brushed it aside then because I felt generous but looking back, I felt taken for granted.
The rest of the conversations revolved around her. Can’t remember much now. I left telling her to heal herself and not be so angry with the world. That was around April 2025.
Recently, I saw her create a new profile under a new name. She holds 2 identity online but I wonder if she worked on the real one.
I wondered if my words stay with her?
Or did she dust them off like another unpaid bill?
I’ll never know. And maybe it’s okay.
Because healing is not something we can force on others.
A REALITY WORTH THINKING
I left the café with my wallet lighter and my spirit… heavier.
Not from regret but from the weight of what I had witnessed.
A woman who once danced with desire, now drowning in resentment.
A crown forged from trauma, worn like rusted armor.
She didn’t want healing.
She wanted a witness to her bitterness.
And for a moment, I gave her that.
Meeting her made me think a lot.
Is this the reality of an escort after working 10 years?
Were the clients so awful that she can become an unpredictable volcano of eruptions?
Did the weariness in forms of wrinkles and sourness, settled onto her face from years of enduring?
Is she the example of what a woman becomes when she force herself to serve disrespectful men just to survive?
I could feel someone broke her.
But does she not realise she isn’t the only one?
I had recently been harassed on the same dark forum, simply for speaking my truth.
BECOMING A STARDUST
That night, I walked home in silence.
I didn’t reply her the next time she texted me. I couldn’t see myself being her friend. I grew up being very mindful of my social circle— I rather be alone than to have the wrong influences.
She offers resentment cloaked as stories not advices. Stories that never quite admitted what truly broke her. Maybe she wasn’t honest with herself. Or she buried the pain so deep she forgot what shaped her. Her energy mirrored the bitter men I encountered on that dark sex forum.
She became a reminder of who I must never become.
There are two kinds of women in this world.
One turns into Dust:
Drained. Defensive. Disintegrating with every encounter.
The other becomes a Stardust:
Not because she’s unscarred, but because she alchemized her pain into something cosmic.
She chose to become dust.
I choose to become stardust.
Even if it means shining alone, doing things differently for my own wellbeing.
Even if the older Bunny rolls her eyes and calls me naive.
Because I’d rather be naive and full of light than age with wounds I never dared to heal.
I’ve now come to realise that protecting myself from bad experiences matters more than ever. It’s no longer a game of being the hottest girl.
It’s about being wise, having boundaries, and choosing self love over carrots.