Long black hair, a boxer's energy and a podcast recommendation for every journey.
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Energy is the first thing that walks in with Roxi, and it fills the lobby quickly. Curvy at 168 cm, black hair falling long, eyes a bright brown, she wears tropical glam with a little sparkle: a jewel green slip dress, gold hoops, a hair clip shaped like an orchid and heels she can dance in. In her early twenties, vivacious and very sure of herself, she brings a holiday mood to a grey London evening without ever turning the volume up too far.
Playful and confident, Roxi likes company that laughs easily and does not take itself too seriously. Boxing fitness classes keep her sharp and disciplined, surfing trips keep her restless in the best way, and podcasts are her constant companion on every journey across town, from true crime to economics. She speaks English fast and animatedly, full of stories, but she is also a good listener who will ask about the podcast you would make if you ever had the time.
Her W2 evening begins on Queensway, the busy street running up from Kensington Gardens towards Westbourne Grove, where Royal China has been a dim sum institution for years. Roxi orders confidently, far too much, and makes sure you try the steamed buns. From a Paddington hotel it is a twelve minute walk. Afterwards comes a stroll to the park gates at the bottom of the street, a look at the dark trees beyond the railings and a slow return up Queensway to a nightcap.
Roxi's late evenings centre on Queensway and the hotels either side of it. See her status on this page first, then send the desk your preferred evening and hotel.
Roxi is happiest on evenings with a proper dinner in them. From Pimlico she needs about twenty five minutes to reach Queensway, so a start from 8pm works well.
Every line is quoted in whole pounds and settled with her in cash on arrival. Travel, airport minimums and cancelling are set out on the rates page.
Roxi is based around Pimlico and comes out to W2 hotels and homes like everyone on the board. No travel charge applies anywhere in Zones 1 and 2.
Roxi arrives at 19:45 with a podcast still playing in one ear, which she pauses mid sentence to say hello properly. She has already chosen what to eat and is prepared to be talked out of none of it.
The walk to Queensway takes twelve minutes, and she spends it describing her last boxing class, where the instructor made everyone skip for ten minutes before a single punch. At the restaurant she orders dumplings in waves, teaches you her chopstick technique for slippery noodles and challenges you to guess what is in a sauce. After dinner she wants air, so you walk to the park gates and she talks about the waves she chased last month. The return is slow, full of laughing, and ends with her recommending three podcast episodes for your flight home.
Hard in a good way. You will be tired after ten minutes, sweaty after twenty and genuinely proud of yourself after forty.
Cornwall when I can get there, the Welsh coast when I cannot. Both are cold. Both are completely worth the long drive.
A long history series. Twelve episodes, one empire, and you land knowing something genuinely new about the world.
This log only grows when a client who actually met Roxi writes in afterwards. The desk reads every note before it appears, prints it under a first name and the month of the booking, and never drafts one itself. Empty for now is the honest state.
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