Deja Vu, reading this thread......please allow me to supply the missing puzzle pieces.....
I met Stephanie in 2011, when she lived in Chinatown.
At that time, she was in her early twenties, size 00, 32A Blond/Blue, brilliant.
Think of young Kate Moss, but with acne. (Her hormones worked overtime.)
(Seriously, she used to have a higher body temperature than in later years.)
She dabbled in Percodan, but switched to Heroin after a year or two.
When she felt it was out of control, she went back to Vermont.....sublet her apartment.
The subtenant stiffed her, she owed the landlady three months rent, and she was a lost soul.
The apartment in the West Village was mine. It was a co-op that I owned but wasn't allowed to rent.
She was there full-time, and I visited three nights a week. It was good until it wasn't.
She set a mattress on fire, lied to a neighbor that smelled it, and ran away when the Fire Dept came.
The co-op Board made it quite clear that they regarded her as a nuisance. I didn't want a fight.
They said, that she had a "sea of men" in and out of that apartment. I sold it. It was a nice asset.
Just for the sake of closure, that number was 917-340-1382
Stephanie is no longer at that number, or even in NY for that matter, and retired, as far as I know.
When she was in the right mood, she was VERY good........(VERY!)
I am still friends with her mother. Her very first boyfriend called her "the best liar I ever knew."
I once told her that I could tell when she lies. "How?" she asked. "EASY: Your lips move."