À mes chers clients
Comme vous l’avez certainement remarqué, l’inflation touche à peu près tout : le logement, les hôtels, les transports… et même notre chère baguette. Les rencontres privées n’échappent malheureusement pas non plus à cette réalité. Je reçois ces derniers temps quelques remarques concernant le montant actuel de 400 pour une heure. Je préfère donc vous prévenir dès maintenant : à partir du 1er janvier 2027, une heure sera à 450. Pour mes clients réguliers et ceux que j’ai déjà eu le plaisir de rencontrer, le montant actuel restera, pour le moment, inchangé. Ce n’est ni de la méchanceté, ni un caprice. C’est simplement une évolution naturelle, liée à mon expérience et, oui… à l’inflation. Merci de respecter mes conditions comme je respecte votre temps, votre confiance et nos rendez-vous.On ne remplace pas le vrai.
To my dear clients
As you have certainly noticed, inflation affects almost everything: accommodation, hotels, transportation… even our beloved baguette. Unfortunately, private encounters are no exception. Recently, I have received a few comments about the current amount of 400 for one hour. So I would rather let you know in advance: from January 1st, 2027, one hour will be 450 For my regular clients and those I have already had the pleasure of meeting, the current amount will remain unchanged for the time being. This is neither unkindness nor a whim. It is simply a natural evolution reflecting my experience and, yes… inflation. Thank you for respecting my conditions just as I respect your time, your trust and our encounters.There is no substitute for the real thing.
Touring:
My rates allow me to meet only a small circle of gentlemen who value quality over quantity.
Yes, my rates may be higher than those offered by some other women on this site.
Most profiles are fake — it’s up to you to decide whether you’d prefer to pay less and spend time with someone who doesn’t match the photos, or worse…Or if you’d rather share a real moment with a genuine escort, with a verified profile, approved photos, and certified reviews from many satisfied clients. If you choose to try your luck elsewhere, that’s your right — but you’ve been warned.
My name is Sasha Dali (you may have known me under the name AlexSandra). I’m an educated, independent woman, passionate about my work. I’ve had the pleasure of traveling and meeting wonderful people across Australia, France, Hong Kong, Singapore, the UK, Monaco, and the Benelux. Feminine, petite, sensual, with a sense of humor and a deep love of freedom — I offer a moment outside of time, with no pressure and no pretenses. I'm easy to talk and open for adventure, experience and an obsession for freedom. Here, I’m on the road of self discovery. I have so much passion to share with you so let's play soon and be part of this fabulous adventure with me ...
I only respond to clear and respectful messages — via SMS, WhatsApp or email.
Phone calls will not be answered.
Please include your name, background, age, preferred time and duration.
I do not offer 30-minute sessions — I prefer a natural rhythm, genuine intimacy and quality time.
I do not send selfies. All of my photos, videos and the services I offer can be found on my personal website.
Looking forward,
Sasha xxx
Details
- Age : 32
- Height : 167cm
- Weight : 50kg
- Bust: D
- Eyes : Brown
- Hair: Honey Blond
I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them. One year down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I had a dreams be with someone but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home. They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people. I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean... And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying... Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever: "I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I ride, I just ride." Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free (c)
I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them. One year down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I had a dreams be with someone but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home. They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people. I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean... And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying... Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever: "I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I ride, I just ride." Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free (c)
