Prison is torture for your pride. The most frightening part for me was when the cops broke into the apartment. They entered like studs onto a beach. I was giving a nude “massage without a license” to an Asian man, who, come to think of it, did explode into a smug grin when I oiled his groin. The buzzer rang obnoxiously. “What the fuck?”Aggressive male voices were outside the door. I opened and three Popeye-the-Sailorman types pushed the door and […]

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