Chapter 11
After this I accompanied Zenzi to the city every afternoon; sometimes I went alone. I promptly gave my father my earnings on my return. He never dreamed of looking for work any more. He lived off my earnings-spending most of it for drinks. I never saw my brothers. Pierre was still in Montparnasse on the other side of town, quite a distance away, and Jean who realized what was going on-he despised Rudolph-and never came near us.
With the money that I held out, I bought myself some nice clothes and occasionally some little luxury, but Rudolph never allowed us to go after business dressed up too good. If we did, the police might notice us, and then the men who patronized us would stay away, as then we would be recognized as professional whores.
I had now learned all the tricks pertaining to my career.
I knew how to keep out of the hands of the police; how to fool them, and how to get the most money out of my serviceable customers. I also had been warned against disease. I knew how to detect it-I carefully examined every man that I had anything to do with, and I am thankful for this precaution to the present day; but, with all the precautions-I had several light touches. It was a miracle that I did not fare worse-as I was often thrown in places where I was unable to use any precautions, nothing short of a miracle saved me from being caught hundreds of times. I owe Rudolph many thanks for my luck; it was he, who told me to beware of men doing me bodily harm; to not let them get a chance to choke me or hold their hands over my mouth; he impressed on me to always demand my money in advance in case I accompanied a man to a hotel or a private dwelling; it was he who warned me never to enter a public whorehouse.
It is impossible to relate all my adventures during the years that I have been a whore! These adventures of my childhood, however, no matter how varied they were-they are still fresh in my memory as I relate them in my story. I must say that these memories of my childhood, all relating to sexual matters, hardly seem like the adventures of a child, but, be that as it may, they are engraved on my memory deeper and more latingly than any adventures that I have^had in all my later years.
When you stop to think, that there are 365 days in the year, and not figuring exactly, I have had intercourse with at least three and four men each day-that means eleven hundred men in a year! In thirty years, the time that I have followed my career, that would mean thirty-three thousand men-a good-sized army!
You would hardly expect or wish me to give an account of each one of these cocks which I have served; moreover, it is not necessary for myself or for those who w\\\ read these memoirs after I am gone.
The adventures in my late years, I am sure, would not be as interesting, or teach the lessons that I want to portray, from the adventures of my childhood.
Taking everything into consideration-love is a foolish nonsense. The woman likes her "tail"-the man likes his fucking-he lies on top and she lies underneath or vice versa-they do the pushing-while we are being pushed-that is the only difference. All are the victims of desire in this lustful world.......