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This wasn't superbly written, sometimes it felt like I was getting slammed over the head repetitively with crass metaphors; which I loved, being a crass sailor swearing trooper myself. I also felt like I had ADD, spinning rapidly through a year of someone's life, jumping from person to experience to person without too much depth; or personal insight. But, the observations of Cody's time as a stripper are fascinating and I couldn't put the book down.

I read it in one sitting, rather enthralled but I still didn't really know how Cody felt about anything, other than her feet being sore. It was nice reading about people though, I was worried it was going to be yet another drug-addled, fucked up childhood style memoir. It wasn't, Cody is actually a rather ballsy, in-control kinda lady and she wields a hilarious tale.

I gotta admit, I loved reading it. I didn't even notice sentence structure or grammar, spelling or punctuation like I usually do; because I was so busy being told stories. Not saying my grammar/etc is good, because it's not, it's horrid. Just sometimes I get so bored by books that I can't help but be a matyr and criticise. And hell, after years - I'm still a mixed pot of what I think of the sex industry in relation to feminism.

But putting all that aside, I had a big fat crush on this bad-girl who's made it in so many ways, she's fascinating, funny, unbelievably rude and crude and brash and shameless and that makes for entertaining reading.