Krystle seems like exactly like the WT she decries and describes so unflinchingly in her "book" (that appears to be flagrantly self-published, btw). I mean...JFC. Your name is Krystle. And you stripped at Club Orleans back when it was Cabaret USA. And for years you banged these gross old dudes in exchange for mad drugs that you did in a crazy-ass missile silo in Wamego. You're WT, Krystle. You're WT.
Still, story is crazy and interesting and if I saw this chick at a bar I would have a hundred questions for her.