The year is 1971. Working the sex trade of Times Square, Riley Madison was no stranger to the marriage of supply and demand. What she did for a living was what she had to do to survive. And the truth was, she was good at it. No, better than good. In her mind she figured everyone had their talents. This just so happened to be hers.


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