Prostitution and Addiction

When I was seven years old my mother passed away from breast cancer. My father, younger brother and I were forced to move in with my grandmother since my dad needed help raising us. I grew up in a nice suburban area with a loving family and many friends. I went to a private Catholic high school and later was accepted into a prestigious nursing program at a local college. I worked part time for a fashion jewelry company in New York at their warehouse. Within a year I became their head buyer traveling to Guangzhou, China as well as doing some modeling for their print ads. On the outside everything was perfect, no one would have guessed that on the weekends I worked for an escort agency selling myself to pay for my intense Oxycodone addiction.

I started smoking weed and drinking at about 14 years old. During my junior year of high school one of my good friends brought up the idea to try out these little blue pills that everyone was starting to take. I had tried some other prescription pills before and they had never appealed to me very much. I agreed since they visually seemed pretty harmless (very small, light blue in color and we were each only going to take half). I became sick to my stomach even with such a small dosage. Any normal person would say to themselves,

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