If I were truly honest I wouldn’t have any friends. I believe that. I told her what I thought and I told her that I thought she’d lost the erotic, that she’d been paid by too many older men to go to dinner with them, to go back to their places afterward. I didn’t really mind, it’s a cruel world and it’s not near the least dignified way to make money the…
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