o-1968:Anna sat down and watched as Tristan worked his way around the room, introducing himself to a
o-1968:Anna sat down and watched as Tristan worked his way around the room, introducing himself to anyone he thought might be of use to his career. Anna thought, “But what is Tristan’s career? He calls himself my manager for my modeling career, at least in public. But in reality, he is little more than my pimp. He convinced me to go to Roissy, to become his slave. I am no better than a whore, his pretty little whore. He marked me with his brand and I wear his rings in my sex, so I must be a whore. I know I should hate him, but instead I still love him. Why do I love a man who treats me this way?” -- source link