In Candy Cream's diary, dated November 1, 2009, the day after the Halloween festivities in Sin City, Candy scribbles, "The publisher said he could write my book. "Sell sex. People have stopped reading. Unfortunately men go online instead of checking out books on the book shelves." The publisher continued to say, "I need a female model with mystery spelled across her jaw, excitement, a girl with a story on the cover... a girl like you. You would be perfect to have published." He called me the next day. Within twelve hours we began shooting photos from a cement bridge over the freeway, "I can have these photos finished before sunset." Now two weeks later, I have a book. My own book. This is just the beginning. I plan on writing a lot more.
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