All of the girlfriends had implants, nose jobs, and liposuction—there was simply no other way to be competitive. It was unspoken but also very clear that there was no other option if I wanted to stay. And especially no other option if I wanted to get the one thing I was sure would catapult me to the next level. I wanted nothing less than the holy grail of the Playboy world: centerfold. I wanted it badly.
