You never grew up in a good home at all. Your mother was a crack head, both your sisters got touched and you were sent to horrible foster home, you never liked it there. It was always dirty, everyone got sick really easily from the dirt and mold, the food was horrible and so was the whole place.

So you ran away, you ran for you life leaving your sisters behind, you didn’t want to drag down the fact your father used to stick shit up them and touch them for fun. You bought a bus pass and left the town. Arriving in New Orleans you walk down the street. You realize your homeless now but you didn’t really care, it’s better then that place

Years later You began prostituting because you needed the money, this Woman aka your boss taught you the strings to it