The day I walked into LA Direct and saw Louis Theroux standing in the spot I usually occupied, I nearly tripped over my own disbelief. There he was, in his unmistakable unassuming manner, quietly observing the chaos that surrounded Derek Hay’s world. Louis was clearly making one of his documentaries, likely delving into the controversial, fascinating lives connected to Derek's agency.For a split second, my heart raced. This is it, I thought. My chance to tell my side of the story, to explain how I had ended up here, living among the very girls he was likely interviewing, navigating the strange and often surreal world of the adult industry. My story had layers—betrayal, resilience, and that constant, gnawing battle to carve out a space for myself in a world that often felt hostile. Surely, Louis Theroux, of all people, would find it interesting.But when I approached him, nerves barely kept in check, and tried to float the idea, I could see the rejection forming before I even finished my...
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