One of my friends has become a prostitute. At first I couldn't understand she's so nice and intelligent and everything. At once I even found myself trying to persuade her to quit it. But then the more I got to know about her new life the more I realized there's nothing to feel pity for her: she's well off, doesn't work much, likes her job she's got some really nice customers, she doesn't have a boss I mean all in all I come understand that although there's not much to be proud of, there are number of things most people could envy her. I would even say that most people are much worse prostitutes selling so much more than just their bodies.