I Met The Oldest Singaporean Escort
A bitter and resentful Chinese Singaporean Escort who has worked in the Industry for more than 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 50’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 for all the wrong reasons.
And yet… I agreed to meet her.
THE FORUM REBUKE
We crossed path on an infamous Singapore sex forum known as SammyBoyForum (SBF)— A digital dark alley where misogyny, ego, and insecurity often swirls together like a perfect brew of venom. Women are reduced to numbers ratings.
I wouldn’t have known such a platform existed, if not for a few of my LOVERS™ mentioning it.
One day, a Singaporean men started a forum thread mocking local escorts with high rates (S$1300-1500 for first hour).
Some call them girls with a “Golden or Diamond Pussy.” Others went further, insulting Singaporean women as ugly or fat. Yet these are the same men seeking Girlfriend Experience (GFE) from the very women they had just insulted — while simultaneously trying to push their rates down to a range similar to foreigners (Non english speaking Japanese, Koreans) & Singaporean PR (Malaysian Chinese etc).
They behaved as if publicly degrading a woman would somehow make her more willing to love them afterwards.
I couldn't resist rebuking them.
Not because I expected praise. But because I found the whole thing absurd. Respect shouldn't become conditional on price.
To my surprise, almost all of the highly booked escorts who happens to work in the industry the longest, messaged me privately to thank me. They shared how common it was for Singaporean men to overstay their session without paying (of all rates range) and 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?
The cost of a session isn't always measured in dollars.
Sometimes there is an emotional surcharge no one sees.
LET’S MEET!
She saw what I wrote and reached out. She wanted to meet me in person.
At first, I declined. I was already overwhelmed with juggling multiple side hustles and other creative pursuits. I wasn't particularly interested in revealing my identity too, as someone holding a high position job title. But she asked again. And again.
Something inside me wanted to hear her story. Maybe I could understand where all that anger came from. Because no one should live their life with such bitterness that becomes a reputation.
None of us are born angry.
HELLO
She picked a vegetarian restaurant in Somerset.
When I saw her and waved, I was surprised to see the rumors were true. She looked like a kopitiam auntie somewhere in her late 40’s or 50’s. 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. She shared how some men pranked her with outcall request, only to disappear upon arrival. Men who twisted her nipples and physically hurt her. Escorts who betrayed her friendship by turning it into client gossips in the heat of competition.
I asked where all her anger came from.
She said she couldn’t quite recall.
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.
As she rested her chin on her right elbow. She looked at me and told me she read my erotic stories posted on SBF. She felt I was naive, disillusioned and living in my own bubble.
I wasn’t offended, just surprised.
For the first time, I wondered whether bitterness was something she had chosen— or simply something she had learned to survive with.
NOT BORN WITH SILVER SPOON
She told that she isn’t like me 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 years old. Bubble tea. Restaurants. Cocktail Bars. Corporate job. Entrepreneurship. I've always been courageous enough to dabble in new things and give my 200%. Over the years I learned that there is more than one way to earn a living.
Curiosity has always been in my blood— A relentless force pulsating me forward. Always learning, always questioning, and digging the truth in a world that insist we accept how things are.
Books raised me in the quiet absence of parenthood. They became my compass when no one else could show me the way. I’ve read over 100 personal growth books, borrowed freely from our National Library.
I didn’t have a luckier life than her.
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… That’s a lot.
She revealed that she swallowed her ego on the rates when negotiated and did whatever services was requested from her, at any odd hours.
I asked where did all the money go.
“Pay for family debts lor”, she shrugged. I wondered how long she'd been saying that.
“I’m not smart like you”, she sighed.
Maybe it’s not about being smart. It’s about being willing to start as a beginner long enough to become great at something new. And really, just find your passion and devote to it.
I couldn't stop thinking about the contradictions.
It seems like money can rescue you from one problem while quietly trapping you inside another. You can spend ten years earning. Yet still have nothing that belongs to your future.
THE FREELOADING EMPRESS
When the bill came, she kept her hands to herself.
I paid for the big meal. The restaurant was closing, more than 3 hours had flew by. We continued our conversation in Forum Mall Coffeebean cafe. Let’s just say when it comes to payment… she remained silent and looked towards my wallet.
Once again, I paid for our drinks.
The rest of the conversations that night revolved around her. Can’t remember much now. Eventually 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 escort 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 meal?
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 about the money I’ve spent but from the weight of what I had witnessed.
A woman who once burned with desire, now consumed in resentment.
It makes me wonder…
Is this the reality of an escort life after working 10 years?
Is she the example of what a woman becomes when she force herself to serve disrespectful men just to survive?
STAY BRIGHT
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 the energy I surround myself with.
She became a reminder of who I must never become.
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 with the highest number of bookings.
It’s about being wise with who you choose to meet, protecting your boundaries, and choosing self love over Carrots.
That’s how you protect your inner glow.