Last 20 Days in Canada. Then the Dungeon Calls Me Home.

Canada, you’ve been a slice. A messy, delicious, unforgettable slice. But the clock is loud now. 20 days. That’s all that’s left before I pack up and fly back to my studio in Mexico City, back to the space that actually belongs to me, back to the dungeon that has been waiting with the lights off and the air thick.

This is the last window. The last chance for my pets, my simps, my sissies, and every beautifully twisted pervert who has been circling to stop hovering and actually book.

I am doing outcalls only in East Vancouver. You come to me? No. I come to you. Hotel, apartment, wherever you’ve made it worth my time. If you want more than one body in the room, duos are available upon request in Surrey — girl/girl or boy/girl. Tell me what you want. I’ll tell you if it interests me.

This is not a farewell tour. This is a limited drop. After these 22 days I disappear into Mexico City and the only people who get me are the ones who already know how to find the door.

So if you’ve been waiting for the “right moment,” congratulations — this is it. The moment is short. The mood is hungry. The dungeon is already whispering my name.

Book now. Or watch me leave.

Canada, thank you for the heat.

Mexico City, I’m coming home.