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.