My life was just fine.
My days were spent working, hanging with my best friend and trying not to eat too many carbs.
Then I began getting flowers with unsigned notes and when I sensed someone watching me, my life no longer felt…fine.
You might know me as the girl next door but that isn’t really who I am.
They call me
Prostitute
Call-girl
Hooker
Working Girl
But my clients call me
Juliet