July 15. "We finally did it. We finally did it. On my insistence, Jim invited me for a meeting with the parish council. Boy, did that place ever go up in flames. And I'm still not finished with that pack of lying hypocrites. I told them everything, I spared not a single detail and I didn't pull punches, and I feel so good about myself, I feel so good about what just happened, and only you and I Harriet, know where the bodies are buried.
"I first told them, that unlike their common perception of street ho's, I came from a decent family. No child abuse, no dirty uncle to diddle me, no nasty divorce. Dad worked in finance and Mom taught elementary school. I told them that I dropped out of university because I ran out of money. Mom and dad offered help. I was proud so I turned them down. I had other employment opportunities, but I chose hooking, and I chose to dress up and be Cassandra. Can I justify what I did? No. I am brutally ashamed of it now. But it looked interesting, fun, edgy, and I have always been a risk taker. Plus, all those hot men, and a few trolls as well. And getting paid for it."
"So, why did I quit? I told them that I just didn't want to do it anymore. Not because I was broken, but because I was fed up. And I had found God. They didn't seem to get it, and then I really lit into them..."
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