I was “different” I told myself. Of course, every prostitute I’ve ever spoken to in my life to date has told me they felt the same way when they were in active sex work. To convince myself I was “doing this for the money”, and “not like the other girls” - I had set up this warehouse and changed my rate structure with the people I was now employing there because I had set a personal goal to have laid aside $1,000,000 in cash as my nest egg so I could then retire to do something else. What that “something else” was, I had no idea yet. I told myself I’d figure that out when the time arrived. Now I was doing all of my work out of the warehouse, and all my phones were installed in the Wilshire Boulevard office and forwarded to me in the valley, I didn’t see the need to keep a two-bedroom apartment anymore. I had to move anyway now the manager knew what we had been operating out of it and had asked us to leave. The fact I had found a bug wire hanging outside my kitc...