The panic attacks started six months into Lily's escort career. She'd be in the middle of an appointment, performing perfectly, and suddenly her chest would tighten and she couldn't breathe. She'd excuse herself to the bathroom, splash cold water on her face, and force herself to finish the session. Afterward, she'd sit in her car and cry for twenty minutes before driving home. "I thought I was handling everything fine," she told me when we met at a quiet bar downtown. "I had