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The first time Amber met another escort in person, she cried. They were at a diner in Midtown at two in the morning, both coming off late appointments, and for the first time in eight months of doing this work, Amber could speak freely. She didn't have to edit her stories or watch her words or maintain the elaborate fiction of her fake consulting job. She could just be honest. "I didn't realize how lonely I was until I wasn't lonely anymore," she told me when we met weeks later at that same diner. The isolation of escort work is profound in ways that people outside it can't fully comprehend. You're living a double life, which means you can't be fully honest with anyone in your civilian world. Your family doesn't know. Your old friends don't know. Your roommate doesn't know. You're carrying this enormous secret that touches every part of your life, and you're carrying it alone. "It's like being a spy," Amber said. ...