I’m a terrible prostitute

In idea form though I’m fascinated by it.

I tarted myself up and got a drink at Caesar’s last night.

Life, life, life.

I’m interested in the bad things.

I had this dude last night be like, “Are you working tonight?” And I was like, “No, but I did think about trying that and the idea kind of turned me on.” We ended up having consensual non-prostitutional adult fun.

It’s weird. Like part of me feels …