“When you’re the best at what you do, you don’t need to make calls – your phone rings by itself.” With this confident smile, Vanessa greets us – the embodiment of seduction, known in underground circles as “The Queen of Studentski Grad.” At 24, tall, slender, with soft skin and full lips you can’t help but imagine on you, she lives in a world where sex is a business and the rules are hers alone.
Our conversation starts openly, with no pretenses. “I’m not here to fall in love. I’m here to give a feeling – of safety, passion, power. Men want to be dominated, though they won’t admit it. And that’s exactly what I give them. That’s why they regularly seek me out – to get f*cked. And I don’t just mean sex in the narrow sense. I’m talking about that mental penetration that leaves them empty of thought and strength, but smiling. That’s what I sell – the feeling of being nobody’s and mine all at once.”
Vanessa makes it clear she only works with a certain type of man. “I can’t stand filth, rudeness, and lies. I don’t work with gypsies. I don’t work with drunks. I won’t touch someone who doesn’t look like they respect their own body. If you want to touch mine – show me you can take care of yourself first.” That’s her policy – firm, clear, and uncompromising.
When we ask what her clients most often want, she grins. “They want to be humiliated. Spat in the mouth. Cigarettes put out on their tongue. F*cked with a strap-on. It’s like they’re crushed in real life and want more here – but at least from a woman who doesn’t judge them. Do you know what they tell me? ‘At least with you I know why I’m suffering – I’m paying for it.’ That’s more honesty than in most marriages.”
Vanessa is adamant: discretion is sacred. “I will never reveal a name, never take a compromising photo. I’ve had MPs, prosecutors, even a priest. They all want the same thing – to be forgotten for an hour or two.”
Is there room for feelings in this world? She looks out the window with a trace of sadness. “There have been men I’ve fallen for. But this is my world. Not theirs. They leave, I stay. In the warm hotel light, with the scent of perfume and damp skin.”
When asked about the future, she shrugs. “I’ll quit when they stop wanting me. Or when I stop caring. But for now – I reign. And I’ll keep fcking as long as I’ve got someone to fck.”
Vanessa doesn’t seek pity or applause. She’s part of a world where the weak don’t survive. “If you don’t know your worth, others will tell you – and it’s always less,” she says with a smile that hides an arsenal of pain, triumphs, and hardened wisdom. To her, the body is a tool, but the mind – that’s her weapon.
She’s no victim of circumstance. Vanessa is a conscious player in her own game. She chooses who, when, and how. “My biggest luxury is that I can say ‘no’ to anyone, anytime. I know girls who can’t. I can.” That power makes her different – and in demand.
This interview isn’t just a spicy tale from the city’s shadows. It’s a mirror of our society – of men who pay for control and women who sell the illusion of having it. And in between stands Vanessa – confident, independent, and more real than many public figures we’re told to admire.
Postscript: Daily Press would like to note that a professional fee was paid for this interview, as is standard in such open and honest conversations of high journalistic value. But every word, every confession, and every moment was worth it. Because sometimes, in the shadows of the night, there’s more truth than in the bright light of day.
