Ayesha, twenty‑seven, arrived in Lahore from a small village near Multan after her father’s death left the family with an empty field and a mounting debt. She recalls the first time she stepped onto the bustling streets of the city: the roar of traffic, the kaleidoscope of saris, and the unfamiliar scent of incense mixing with diesel. There was no romantic notion of the city—just a fi... https://callgirllahore.website/