Every time we had a raid, I'd get a boyfriend out of it.
By 1980, when I came out of prison, The Sun did a campaign to stop putting vice girls in prison. We've talked about it ever since and nothing has been done about it.
I always seemed to fall in love with policemen.
When I look back at the 1980s I pinch myself. Did I really do all that?
My biographer said that my parties reminded them of a vicarage tea party, with sex thrown in.
In my thirties I was doing it, in my forties I was organizing it and now, unfortunately, I can only talk about it.