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I suppose you all would like to know how my story really ended. Well, I will be gracious and tell you. It was proven that I had paid off my debt long before I found my freedom. Before Trevor was executed, he was forced to pay a debt to the city and reimburse me for all my owed sinders. I thought I would end up with no more than a few thousand, but I was pleasantly surprised to receive several million. To top it off, since he owed me more than what I got in cash, I inherited the apartment, Sinful, and even the porn studio.

For her help, I paid Cherry a considerable amount of sinders, and she was able to purchase the plot where Hell's Gate once sat. She rebuilt a new club, calling it "Cherry's Place."

I revamped Sinful, giving it a complete makeover and turning it into my favorite spot to hang out. In honor of Alex, I renamed it "Hell's Gate" since he had always dreamed of owning a club on Top Hill.

I stayed in the sex industry, pulling customers in, dancing for them, and flirting. But I never took another client upstairs. I eventually gave up the drugs, though I still enjoyed a Poison Apple from time to time. After two years, I finally found my replacement. A talented little pixie who called himself Incubus. The kid was a natural and rapidly became the newest gay porn sensation. The best part about it was that he was free. I never forced him to sleep with anyone he felt uncomfortable with or forced him to do anything he didn't want to. When I stepped out of the limelight, I retired, and one year later, Vic and I were married.

Shortly after my nuptials, Beau caught Lucien cheating. Since the prick didn't work, and he was committing infidelity, he lost everything and was promptly removed from Top Hill. I have no idea where he ended up, and frankly, I hope it was in the gutter. On the bright side, I was able to hook Beau up with one of our bartenders. After three years, they, too, were married until Beau passed away thirty years later.

Cherry and I remained friends. She preferred to stay in the Sin District, and Vic and I were more than happy to visit our old turf. Her club was thriving, and she was living her best life with her new wife.

As of now, I am seventy-five years old, watching the sunset with the love of my life. Vic's long hair is now white, and his skin is wrinkled, but I still love him. I got fat, my dick doesn't work anymore, but he still loves me. We just sold Hell's Gate to a new young couple under the agreement that they keep the name and theme. When they took us on a tour, I was happily surprised to see a wall completely dedicated to me. Sin City's most famous porn star, Starburst. They had pictures, posters, and even holograms of me dancing on a pole. The young crowd couldn't believe that a fat old-timer like me was once the brightest shining star in the entire city. There will even be a movie about me, with a really handsome little puk playing my part.

My only wish is that this story reaches those who need it. The people who feel trapped like I did. For those who feel like they can't survive another day, I want you to know that I see you. To those who stick a needle in their arm to alleviate the pain, I want you to know that I see you. For those who have fallen in love with the wrong person, I see you. You are stronger than you know. It may not be easy, but hopefully, one day, you will learn how to become a bright, shining star .