For a nymphomaniac like myself, I suppose there could be no job more suitable than prostitution; it is my God-given destiny. No matter how violent a man might be, or how ugly, at the moment we're in the act I cannot help but love him. And what's more I'll grant his every wish, no matter how shameful. In fact, the more twisted my partner is, the more attracted I will be to him, because my ability to meet my lover's demands is the one way I can feel alive. That is my virtue. It is also my biggest flaw. I can't deny a man. I'm like a vagina incarnate--female essence embodied. If I ever were to deny a man, I would stop being me.