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We caught up with Werhun, whose escort job is known by her parents (dad is a retired CN worker and mom is a staunch Catholic), brother and organic farmer boyfriend, at Postmedia’s offices.

Tell me about the book title?

“(‘Whore’ is) used to put women down and put them in their place which is to not challenge power — power being men. I wish to reclaim the word because it’s so charged and it’s so powerful and instead of letting it be something that rules me I want to be something that rules it.”

What was your first time as an escort like?

“The first session I ever did, I was terrified. I was scared. As soon as the guy opened the door — he was a short man with a lazy eye — I was like, ‘Oh, OK, I get this.’ Like, ‘I’m not scared.’”

You’ve changed the names of your clients but did you work for any famous people?

“They wouldn’t be household names, I don’t think. Some of them would be local Toronto bigwigs. And, of course, I can’t reveal any of that information. I don’t think there’s anyone at this point in my life that I would be interested in outing. I think it’s disrespectful as an escort to betray that trust. But I didn’t feel like anything that happened in those sessions were worthy of outing anybody.”

Your worked for an agency, had a driver, and charged $260 an hour (with your take home of $160). It seems way more organized and safe than I might have thought.

“The risk is that (escorts) could get murdered if they don’t know who they’re seeing. And I can’t say with 100% certainty that the screening process at my agency was terribly rigorous. But over two years of working, I only had two negative experiences. That’s pretty good odds considering how much sex I was having.”