Hopeless. No Choice.

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In the end, Izzy made the descision. She did not want to die, or want us to.

We all agreed, with a growing sense of doom, that we would not use the drugs as our payment. We knew that if we did, we'd spend the other half of our payment on the drugs.

We had chosen prostitution.

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