"I always thought when consuming drugs they can f*ck my body and do whatever they want with me. Because I hate my body, I'm fat and ugly and bulky — and I don't deserve better anyway. But during the moments when the drugs stop working I realize that those people do also f*ck my soul. That hurts, well, no, there's more to it than that: it kills you without destroying your body, you're left behind, knowing you're f*cked up, beyond cure, and that you gotta live with it... "
Having just come of age, the author tells about her childhood, having grown up in a children's home, started to consume drugs at the age of twelve, about street prostitution motivated by drug addiction, the tough life amidst johns, pimps and drug dealers and her attempt to escape — in one way or another. Unrelently honest and very outspoken, she describes the other side of the world we live in, a life devoid of comfort, without a family, yet subsidized or at least tolerated by the state.
