I knew that I was talented. I was positive about that. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was talented at, but I was ambitious enough to wait it out and see what turned up.
Once you’re on the pleasure express, it’s hard to get off and switch to another, slower service.
Communism,” I observed, “is a pile of wank.
When you want something badly enough it’s amazing what you’ll ignore.
When you fake emotion for a living, when you make your money providing fantasies for other people, tuning into their worlds and indulging them, you don’t invite someone into your world very easily.
Sometimes you don’t even have to have sex at all, and for that kind of sicko, you charge double.
You can’t trust anyone you have to pay, and really, they can’t trust you.
I found out pretty quickly that there is a lot of money to be made if you can become the kind of woman who doesn’t look like the kind of woman she is.
