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It was a familiar story - poor little rich girl gone bad, daughter of narcissistic parents, both absorbed in their own dramas. Conceived in a martini haze on a yacht anchored in the sparkling azure waters off the coast of Mykonos, raised in an affluent neighborhood north of Brussels, she was given access to millions of dollars though no contact with care or kindness but for a governess she'd had as a toddler who was wrongly fired for pilfering silverware. No nanny after that had lasted more than six months as the girl had become incorrigible, screaming for Oma Helga whenever approached. By the time she was 7 no more nannies came and she was left to fend for herself in the huge mansion. Yes there were servants to cook, clean and do her laundry but for the most part they avoided the child. With no love in her life other than what could be bought with an AMEX card, she spiraled from alcoholic to speed freak to full-blown heroin junkie, her only friends the fiends who fed her ever increasing appetite for sensory-numbing dope. After a particularly harrowing evening partaking of hash, horse and barely consensual balling, she crawled out of the trap house to the street, slick with ice from a deluge of frozen rain. There is where she would have died if Sammy had not found her.