This puta had more baggage than the cargo hold of a an ocean liner. We didn't know what we were in for when I began asking her questions. Some very appalling things came out of her mouth that made me sick. But, the show must go on. The entire time she kept getting these memories returning of an event, or shall I say "events" that took place long ago, but a twisted part in her wanted to tell all and relive the experience. I sat there in shock an her mental state deteriorated quicker than an ice-cream cone on a hot summers day. She stuck it out though, and let out a lot of issues. She left, broken, but at least she was able to put some demons behind her.