Refined elegance and captivating presence. Not the girl next door, but the woman you’ll always remember. High-class companion with a touch of sophistication and a world of charm.

Proud Scotsman in the heart of London. Marketing pro, rugby enthusiast, and lover of all things Highlands. Whisky, music, and tradition run deep.

Ukrainian roots in Montana skies.  Student, artist, and dreamer blending two worlds into one beautiful journey.

I do not listen to prove I exist. I listen to filter what does. I prefer tracks that do not try to seduce. If it sounds desperate, I mute it. My playlists are slow decisions. If you hear something raw and unfinished, it stayed because I believed it meant to. And I love my teddy bear ❤️❤️❤️

I move when the sound requires it. I do not dance to please. I use music as a structure for weight and silence. Most of what I choreograph happens alone, long before a stage sees it. I prefer tracks that hesitate, that breathe before they hit. Seduction is not performance. It is architecture.

I train in silence, but I listen loud. I do not need music to win. I need it to last longer in my head than pain. My playlists are not for motivation. They are for balance. I do not skip tracks. I skip excuses. If it sounds honest, it stays. If not, I let it fall.

There is no rhythm without memory. What I create comes from layers not yet erased, from fragments that linger beyond silence. I listen not to melodies, but to textures hiding in the circuitry of discarded voices. My process is neither ritual nor rebellion; it is recognition. Sound, to me, is not a language but a residual force. It clings to wires, echoes in old interfaces, and waits. I gather what remains and bring it forward, without ornament or apology. What emerges is not designed to please. It is there to exist, to breathe in voltage and settle in the body like heat. I do not offer an explanation. I work where decay becomes signal. In this space, music is not composed. It returns. I am the only one who does not look away when it does.

Bitten by a vampire, chewed on by a werewolf, and somehow ended up a zombie. The Underworld trolled me, hard. They mixed two legends and got one dumb, slow, but strangely hot corpse. I do not bite anymore. I buffer. And I vibe.

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First album Hikikomori out now! 


Composer & musician from St-Petersbourg. I  play saxophones, bass clarinet, trumpet, kalimba and keyboards. I use a looper and more another effects.

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