If you've come here searching for a story that starts out with 'Once upon a time,' than you're looking in the wrong place. This is no fairy tale, I can promise you that. There will be no prince charming to kiss his princess awake. There will be no prince to climb up the tower to rescue his girl from the evil witch. There will be no handsome stud who will fight the mad sea queen for his one true love. No, none of that. This is definitely not that kind of story. You're not going to find flowers, or sweet gestures and playful innuendos here. No love will be had here, no sweeping her off her feet, making her feel like she's the only girl in the world. Those stories are for the make believe, ones we run to when we want to escape the real world for a little while. When life is too tough for us to handle and we need to hide in the pages of comfort. This story, this story is real and so very true. This is the nitty gritty life of a prostitute. Of a girl who walks the streets night after night, no matter the situation, hoping to make her next dollar. To survive another day in the real world. One where she doesn't need to depend on anyone, man or woman. She's just looking to polish her little black book of John's, making a name for herself. *** The clicking of my heels hit the pavement, as I walk down the street. The night is early, though I've had two John's come seeking me out. One I've known for a while, who stops by a few times a week and a new one. He had no interest in anything …