For me, prostitution provided a much needed clean and safe place to live off of the hot sweltering or freezing snow-covered streets of Nevada. I wasn’t always cold and callous. My god, I hoped Sunny didn’t end up like me. She wouldn’t. Tonight I’d decided Valentino could take Onyx or Starlet off the circuit for himself but at the end of the month, three days from now, I was firing Sunny for her own good. Sunny needed to do what I couldn’t…go home to a mother and father that loved her.
It was too late for me. I’d been in the game so long I didn’t know how to get out. Didn’t know what else I’d do. I’d been mentally, physically, sexually, spiritually, financially, you name it, taken advantage of. The only thing left for someone to take was my life and that was not going to happen without a fight. Whether I’d win or lose didn’t matter to me as long as I never again voluntarily allowed anyone to beat me. I’d paid my dues. In some ways, I was stronger. In many ways, wiser. Now it was my turn to take control of my life.
Abuse damaged me. Abuse was not cute and it took me a while to learn that abuse was not love. The next man that lay hands on Lace St. Thomas was one dead motherfucka.
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