I've posted a new letter from a working girl.
"Initially I was pretty and fresh enough in the crack world that all of the drug dealers wanted to take me home with them. On several occasions I found myself living with dealers who would supply my dope habit just to keep me from running the streets. Eventually the dope supply was not enough for me and I went looking for a way to make money so that I could be in control of my dope."
Read "I Do Not Remember My First Trick."
