Right after I turned 22, I worked as a stripper for six months. Why did I start? I was curious. Why did I stay? The money was intoxicating. Why did I stop? I fell in love. With a customer.
I wasn’t sexually abused as a child; I didn’t do drugs. I was an NYU undergrad. I went to church on Sundays. I was a nice, smart girl who happened to look fantastic naked.
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