My first taste of heroin (going on 3 months clean) came from a 20 something stripper that "loved" me.
I still throw her a couple benjamins from time to time and I won't spend more than a couple minutes around her... long enough to see that she is not dead or locked up (needing $).
It's like taking on a child. Don't do it. Run..
To be fair, she's a sweet girl. She has tricks running out of her ears... I'm not fucked up enough these days to actually believe she "loves" me. Or even gives a shit about me for that matter. I just feel sorry for her. Like I said, it's kinda like having a fucked up kid.. no matter what, you feel obligated to take care of them. $$...
I've always been a caregiver though... when friends need help they come to me because they know I'm soft like that.
Nah, just kidding...