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Buy Gina's memoirs on Amazon.com: "Jeana"

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"I highly recommend! Her story is a modern saga of American life. Finished it in one sitting. Please be sure to read."

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The narrative is true to life and reads like a very interesting insight into a slice of American history (migrant workers, mob, Nevada cat-houses, and even Frank Sinatra), as well as a wonderful story about a person who's not an angel or a demon, but is just a woman who takes responsibility for her own life, almost literally ever since she was old enough to walk."


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Excerpt from "Jeana":


...During that time, I frequently went out on the town. I especially liked the Italian diners and bars. Places like Melvin’s, the oldest bar around, represented a big draw for Hollywood celebs or other people with money. I became acquainted with some big Italian powers that be. I dated them and pretty soon was a member of what, I’m not sure. But I was on the inside of that family, and before long I even had a title— Ms. PR. So I began my profession as official host to out-of-towners. I wasn’t obligated to perform extra duties but discovered the more the extra, the more the gratuity. They had the money, so why not help them spend it?

When asked to entertain these men, I’d rub elbows with a few Mafia gents who seemed to know how to treat a lady. With the fine wardrobe and lovely jewelry I’d accumulated over the years, I enjoyed dress-up time. It entailed exquisite dinners in Palm Springs’ best restaurant, plus great gifts of appreciation. These Mafia guys all seemed alike— dark hair, great suits, lots of gold necklaces, and rings. Yes, I was back in business but was called director of hospitality.

I met lots of really shady characters, all trying to impress me in some way. One guy claimed he’d killed the long-missing boss of union, Jimmy Hoffa. Although I said I didn’t want to hear about it, he just went on describing how they ran his parts through a grinder. He said he figured there wasn’t a piece of him bigger than a dime leftover. But I’d heard so many bullshit stories, I just wrote it off as another one.

One night while waiting for my client in a bar, I met a real nice guy. At 2: 00 a.m., with the place shut, and manager closing the till, we heard a knock on the locked door. The manager came around the bar to the door and opened it. “Okay, come on in, Frank,” he said. There stood Hollywood legend Frank Sinatra. “How about a nightcap, George?” he asked. “Sure thing. This lady is waiting for a date. Her name is Jeana. Care to join her at the bar?” So I sat and chatted for about a half hour with “Ole Blue Eyes” himself before he said good night and left. But now I can laugh and say, “Frank and I go back a long ways.”...

Excerpt from CHAPTER 21 "What is love?"

... But my best relationships have been with honest clients who become friends, no matter how buddy-buddy we got. I always made them use condoms to protect them and their wives. I always underwent tests and passed health exams. Now I have a dozen or more real good clients who are my friends— my real family. I love them all and know all about their spouses and the kids they’re so proud of. I was a vital part of their lives , maybe even a major kingpin in their marriages. Wives find this hard to understand; it may not be explainable.

The client-friends have all been good to me over the years, giving me Christmas presents and extra money when they had it. Most of these men were well-off, but maybe their wives were ill or couldn’t enjoy sex anymore. But the guys have that damn testosterone to deal with. We, as women, should consider ourselves lucky not to have quite the same inner battle...

So exactly what is love? When we peel away the passion and sex, what we have left is comfort— a sort of a partnership that needs no contract on paper. It’s known that the lovers will be there for each other when things go south. It’s like the Linus blanket, a baby pacifier, or a hand to hold. Love covers about all the emotions of human life, but putting it into words is difficult.

Lust and love are certainly two different animals, so most of my relationships have stemmed from lust. And the more heated I could make it, the better for me in the purse. A lot of acting? Sure, but my clients wouldn’t have it any other way.

Real love happens when someone would give up his life for another— the guy who jumps into the river to rescue his wife or kid. We read about it on occasion but can’t help but realize that is true love. I can’t say I’ve ever been there except once. I was willing to give up my life for Gil. But there was no way for that to happen. God, I wish there had been because I’d have done it in a heartbeat.

Yes, I guess I know what real love is. I’m still looking for it again, but I’m content to accept it won’t happen. I still get my flashes of what could’ve been, but then reality kicks me in the stomach.

Reflecting on my life causes many different emotions. Yes, I had some fairytale action along the way, but I’ve had my guts torn up and my mind tampered with. My nightmares go back to my early childhood, and I wish I could overpower those terrible memories. I’ve learned to live with them as best I can.

Would I return to my life of prostitution again if I could regain my youth? Yes, I would. Why? Because that’s where I felt loved and needed; that’s where my friends are.


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