Me and my money-maker are only going to be young once. I give them three months to use my body however they see fit. Then they’ll pay me more cash than I could see in ten lifetimes. Frankly it’s a lot better than ending up on a stripper pole with a coke habit and a broke boyfriend who keeps trying to pimp me out anyway. I’ll take a one-way ticket outta that country song, thank you very much. So I show up at the time and place they say, submit to the doctor’s exam, and put on the fancy dress and string of pearls. Then I walk out into the bright ballroom…