There are so many things I hated about this book, I don't even know where to start. First I have to point out that I am very much a libritarian and being one I am of the belief that consenting adults have the right to do what they wish as long as others are not harmed, so her being a high paid prostitute is not a big deal to me.
However, I very much believe in calling a spade a spade. The author is delusional about what her role and all the girls roles are/were in going to Brunei. You are not a friend of the prince, you are not entertainment for simple karaoke jams, you are not there for your good conversation skills. You are there to meet the sexual needs of the men paying the very high price for you be there. You are a prostitute. The authors complete lack of honesty with herself makes the majority of the book nothing more than a rose colored picture of what she wishes was the truth.
Second, the writing itself is awful and so redundant, superfluous, unnecessary... ( get it, its REDUNDANT!!) that I will be seeing "$22,500 a week" in my nightmares.
Thirdly, and this is just a personal prejudice that I own, I hate stereo-typical Hollywood/Burbank, non native Californians. I was born and raised in Southern California and these plastic, fake, vapid, self-serving, brain dead, money hungry, image is everything, wanna-be actor, waste of space type people is one of the reasons I moved out of there at 21. This book was co authored by two of those very people, so it was just another reason to hate this sad little book.
In conclusion, this book sucked on many levels and is nothing more than a desperate aging wanna-be star to try and suck a little more money out of her time as a prostitute, and maybe get a little attention that she so deeply wanted and never really got from Hollywood.