About Me

Hi, My name is Piriya working as call girl in mirzapur from last two years, I’ve been working as a call girl in Mirzapur, a place known for its dark secrets, crime, and power struggles. I never thought I’d end up here. Born and raised in a small village in Uttar Pradesh, I had a simple dream growing up: to have a quiet, peaceful life, a decent job, and eventually, a family. But life, as it often does, had other plans.

My life changed drastically when I lost both my parents in a tragic accident. Alone and devastated, I was left with no support system and little to my name. The village where I grew up didn’t offer many opportunities for women, and the shame of being orphaned in such a close-knit community made it impossible for me to stay. I moved to Mirzapur, hoping to start fresh, but the city welcomed me with its own harsh realities.

With no formal education or marketable skills, I struggled to find a steady job. My situation worsened with each passing day—until I met someone who introduced me to the world of sex work. At first, I hesitated. It felt like a world I could never be a part of, yet I had no choice. I had to survive, and this seemed to be the only option.

The first few months were terrifying. I was thrust into a world of shadows, surrounded by people who didn’t care for the well-being of women like me. But survival has a way of hardening you. I learned quickly—how to deal with the men, how to protect myself, and most importantly, how to make a living. Over time, I built a reputation for being discreet, reliable, and professional. The people I interacted with often came from all walks of life—some wealthy, others from the criminal underworld—but in a town like Mirzapur, nothing is what it seems.

Though I may have found a way to survive, I’m not naïve enough to think that this is where my life will stay forever. I know the dangers of this work. The men can be violent, manipulative, and dangerous, and there’s always the risk of getting caught up in the web of crime that surrounds this town. I’ve seen things that have scarred me, things that make me question the worth of the life I’m living. But I don’t have the luxury of thinking too deeply about it. Survival is my priority, and in a place like Mirzapur, you can’t afford to get too sentimental.

Despite everything, I hold on to a faint hope—one day, I’ll leave this life behind. I want to build something better for myself, something more than this existence in the shadows. I want to feel free, not just physically but emotionally. Maybe, in time, I’ll find a way out of this. Until then, I keep moving forward, one day at a time, one step closer to the future I dream of.

In a place like Mirzapur, it’s easy to lose yourself. But I’m still here, still holding on, and I refuse to let the circumstances define who I am.

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