...Of my friend "Roxy", an exceptionally beautiful and tragic escort I knew in Vegas in the Mid 1990s. I wrote Luke late last year about my experience with Roxy, and her life's tragic experience, in response to Jack Sheehan's Book SKIN CITY, which tends to unrealistically, and distortingly portray the Sex Industry as exceptionally positive, all "Puppies, Bunnies and 100 dollar bills and diamond earrings."

It seems Roxy passed away last October...I just found out about it when another former friend of Roxy's wrote Luke about her death. It seems Roxy's addiction to pills (especially Xanax) ultimately did her in....she choked to death in her sleep after vomiting from taking too many Xanax and possible drinking booze.

This was one of the defining periods and experiences of my life, back in the mid 1990s, when I met and developed a relationship with Roxy. You can go to Luke's site and research my story to get the full background and details, but for now, suffice it to say that Roxy was one of Vegas' best known Escorts of the mid to late 1990s, and her life was anything but glamorous and successful, as Jack Sheehan's BOOK would have you believe such lives typically are...

Roxy often made in excess of $250k per year, and this working only 3-4 days a week (since she was actually married with a couple children.) She easily could have cleared $350k or more if she worked 5 days a week and without distractions. But Roxy suffered from a acute addiction to pills, particularly anti-anxiety medications like Xanax and Valium (with some abuse of pain pills like Percocet as well.) She also consumed alchohol excessively....

When I said and referred to a "defining moment" above, I mean it. One of the single most powerful, and scary moments of my life came one time when I was with Roxy during a visit in my hotel room. After finishing our session, Roxy had just counted out 3 or 4 individual, 1 (one) milligram tablets of Xanax in her hand and was about to swallow them down before going to her next outcall appointment...she turned to me and stared (basically tearfully) into my eyes and said "You could offer me a million dollars and I could not give up pills..." I was speechless after that....Roxy often told me (in great detail and to great extent) the role that Xanax played in her life...she told me how it calmed her down to a point where she "did not care about what others thought of her, she did not need approval, nor feared disapproval, and she said that the drug essentially turned OFF her moral/sexual conscience...it allowed her to allow complete strangers to do what they wanted to her body, in order for her to get paid...she liked sex, but this allowed her to do things in such a way, and to such a degree that she would NOT normtally do them except for the fact that the drug now allowed her to do that..." I found this scary, and credible...many of the anecdotal accounts of people that I have heard who use drugs like Valium and Xanax report such similar experience. In fact, in Roxy's case, she said she was able to "Lose herself" in the sexual action with her clients, to become the absolute "Slut" and "Dirty, filthy whore" that her clients wanted, because of the drug. Xanax allowed her to be a super whore, complete with the attitude, and energy during sex, and even the words that come out of her mouth were facilitated by the drug. She said she was NOT like that at all when not on the drug (or not on such a high dose.)

Well, Whether one blames Xanax, or Vegas itself or the abusive stepfather Roxy had as a girl who raped her, the life she lived as an escort was anything but glamorous. And, at 38 years old and still in great shape physically despite the slight case of death she now has, Roxy is a prime example of the TRAGIC life the Sex Industry (Escort/Porn/Stripping) can embody and facilitate.

R.I.P. babe....