They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.
Even a criminal has the right to a new life, but they made sure I did not have that. They just didn't stop calling me a prostitute for ever and ever and ever and ever.
Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.
I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.