-Yeah. Its been six years now and I'm still alive. Surprised right? Many of the girls
who start out only survive the first month or two but not T.H.A.L.I.A. Street walker
extraordinare. Even have my own regulars now, can you believe that? And to think
I wanted to be a renowned performer. Everyone said I could make it and I guess
I believed it too. I used to spend hours in front of the mirror trying to curl hair that
was just too dark and straight. Sable in color and liquid as silk. Prized possession.
The only thing I could do was part it in the middle and leave it out. Indian style
my first boyfriend used to say. High refined lines to my features, alluring tilt to my
eyes. Dark good looks with dusky skin included. So, wanna know why I didnt make
it? Why I gave up? Talent, or lack of it. Yeah. All Thali had were dreams but not
her own. Borrowed ones from family and friends and when it down to it, I was just
another pretty face stuck in a strange crowd with hungry men wanting to make some
profit out of me. But hey. I'm still alive and have my regulars. I guess I did ok in the
end right? Yeah..I guess I did...-
