I'm on the cover of a new book on the Chelsea Hotel. The photo was snapped at my friend Brian's place years ago, while me and Fetish Dolly were waiting for a shoot. Now it's a giant poster at Barnes and Noble.
It's lovely and I'm honored. But the reason I don't model anymore is that no matter how many photos you pose for, the photographer always gets the credit, and you're just a ghost of pixels with no name.
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