Sex, Drugs and Sideshow Alley
Not Bad, just a bit Naughty!

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. My life in the fast lane.

BEEEEP, BEEEEP, BEEEEP!!! The alarm blared next to my head and I sat bolt upright… I sleepily looked around at the single bed I was in, next to a little desk. On the other side was a small shower cubicle, a toilet and 3 shelves with a little TV on top and my clothes.
The clothes are all blue trackies and white t-shirts. All in a dull pastel room sized just 2 ½ m by 3 m with a small window of reinforced thick perspex and a wire vent louvre for air.

My home for 12 hours a day, 7pm - 7 am.
Oh Fuck.
All Alone
12 hours a day with just my own thoughts for company.

I used the toilet, and put on my dressing gown. Then I waited for the rattling of the keys on the guard who would release me from my panic, so that I could launch myself gasping out into the fresh air, as I joined the other women outside for a cigarette to start the day…
Welcome to Dame Phyllis Frost Centre, home to about 250 women in suburban Melbourne.
Camp Frosty - where the naughty girls go.

OK now rewind.

I apologise now if I offend anyone as please believe me, it would not be intentional, it’s just that my filter seems to be broken. As I have been told many times.

So, please get yourself comfortable with a nice cuppa or glass of wine, perhaps with a big fat joint, or whatever floats your boat and enjoy the ride down my memory lane with me.

Disclaimer

The stories are true as far as I remember.
Names have been omitted or changed for obvious reasons.
Some events could be total figments of my imagination…
I will let you decide.