Exiting

ESSAY by NORAH TAYLOR

PHOTOS by JESSICA KRAVITT

It's almost baffling how unceremonious your last day in the sex industry can be.

In my case, I scanned the luxury apartment that housed an underground massage parlor, looking for anything I may have left behind. I counted my money to give to management, slid it in an envelope, and dropped it in the safe. I walked out the door, and slid the apartment key under the mat.

PHOTOS by JESSICA KRAVIT

And that was it. My seven years in the industry were over.

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