A receipt would mean a paper trail. And then someone would know I was sold. To three men one day while my sister was at work. For half a month's rent, her boyfriend let them take me. I was 13. They beat me. So I would understand who was boss. And they raped me. So I would understand my job. Sex sells. I'm living proof. But the only receipt is the body I wish I no longer had.
Advertising Agency: Martin|Williams, Minneapolis, USA Executive Creative Director: Tom Moudry Creative Directors: Jim Henderson, Lyle Wedemeyer Art Director: Toby Balai Copywriter: Chris Gault Photographer: Joel Sheagren Published: November 2008via adsoftheworld.com