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Blow girlIt was hot in the city that day, and I must have walked my feet off making the rounds to the various banks, insurance companies, offices, and so forth, that had advertised for help. Unfortunately, for me, the help they wanted was always for somebody with experience at operating this machine, or being familiar with that kind bookkeeping system, or any one of a number of different skills I didn't have. I would have been content to go back to work in a warehouse, but none were advertising. By the time it was four o'clock, I could see I was never going to get any place the way I was going, and that I would have to try for something a little less orthodox if I was going to start earning my own way again. There was a series of ads near the end of the help-wanted section all reading pretty much the same, something like, "Exotic Dancers Wanted. Over Eighteen. No Experience Necessary." I was eighteen, and had identification that said I was much older. I had no illusions about what kind of dancing was wanted, but I was desperately in need of money ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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