The waitress at my club is reading this on her breaks. God, I LOVE this series, and Robin Hobb. I was so obsessed with this series when I was 19, the year I started dancing in fact, just a few months earlier. Memories! As soon as term is over I’m going to reread.
It’s been a literary night. I finally met my dream customer, a rich Russian with a redhead fetish. He read the Pushkin off my back while I gave him a lap dance. Living the dream!