Soho in the Sky
Moving out of the red-light district should have put my life back on track.Getting a job as cabin crew should have filled me with confidence.Flying around the planet should have made me appreciate natural beauty.But no matter how many flight decks I sat in, exotic seas I swam in or luxury hotels I stayed in, my sordid soul was never satisfied. Rather than flying high I ended up plummeting further down my personal rabbit hole of deviant chaos than ever before. Thankfully, being paid to travel the world with a constantly varying crew of smoking hot air hostesses provided me with one hell of a distraction.