Introduction

It all started in some damn nowhere town in Kansas, close to the Oklahoma border, called Wellington. On the surface it looks like your average Midwest spot—fields, farms, animals, boring as hell, like painfully boring. A rural town where the main landmarks are three diners, a movie theater, and a mall where Walmart gets compared to Fifth Avenue. Yeah. That kind of place.

Anyway, nothing weird at first. Just a regular kid. School, some crappy side jobs to make a few bucks, beers with friends—basic life. Nothing special.

Until this guy, Simon Allegri, showed up. He was from NYC, Italian parents. He straight up convinced me I could make it as a model. Me? A model? Like, dude, have you seen me?

Simon worked with his dad at some company that sold animal feed. We met by chance on one of his work trips when he was tagging along with his father. We clicked instantly. He started coming to Wellington a lot—the family owned a factory there. We hung out more and more, and me, having zero experience with guys, realized… yeah, it wasn’t that bad.

He talked me into taking some photos. At first it was just for fun. Then things got heavier. I wasn’t even legal yet.

He told me to leave everything behind—my friends, my family, Wellington, even Walmart—and come with him to the big city.
“You’re gonna do big things, trust me,” he said.

And yeah… for the first six months, he was right. Photo shoots, parties, all that. It felt like the world had finally noticed me. I was training hard, hitting the gym, still doing boxing and kickboxing—even though Simon kept telling me to quit because it could “mess up my career.”

What career?

Then one night he goes,
“Anthony, why you stressing so much? It’s just 500 bucks to go out to dinner with this guy.”

Five hundred dollars was a lot. Like, a lot.

One dinner turned into a night. Then another dinner. Then another night. He handled everything, and I just… yeah. I did the job.

The money kept coming.

“You’re just a whore. You do what I tell you.”
That’s what the last guy said—yeah, client, there’s no other word—right before I broke his nose.

But he wasn’t wrong.

I was just a whore.

That’s when it hit me. Too late. I disgusted myself.

I had a huge blow-up with Simon.
“You’re nothing,” he said.

Those were his last words before he hit the floor with a shattered jaw. That was the last time I ever saw him.

Now I’m back where I started. Old Wellington. Old Walmart. Same boring, pointless town. I’m working as an apprentice—plumbing, construction, whatever I can get—trying to forget all that shit and figure out who I am again.

Trying to get my dignity back

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