This was what I knew Max didn't understand when he talked about not being able to provide for me financially at the rate I was used to; even if he'd been in a position to give me $1000, if he’d had a limitless family inheritance that I could draw from at will, it wouldn't be the same. That $1000, the submissive’s $1000, would still be there, glistening like raw meat in a bear trap.

And it never goes away. Doing sex work is like having a chip installed in your head that gives you money radar. Suddenly you see, everywhere you go, no matter what else you do, how much money men are willing to part with if you know what to offer them and are willing to offer it. I felt like I was collecting, not quite working. I was claiming what was already rightfully mine. So maybe the money wasn't the meat—maybe the money was the bear, and I the one who set the trap.

— Prostitute Laundry by Charlotte Shane (Page 356)