My mind is sharp and my glass is full. I use my body all day working in a salon. I'm quite exhausted 馃槱 actually. After spending $10,000 on plastic surgery and seven years of my life in a strip club I have ended up working from 9-5 fighting with black hair for minimal pay. I enjoy the human interaction but the pay is horrible and my back hurts. I'm still tiny and perky but dancing ran its course. A few nights ago I went into a restaurant called The Optimist. I was sure I'd meet a wealthy gentleman. Instead I ran into an old, rich, racist who wanted to do dirty things with a black girl. I gave him a massage in an empty apartment topless. He paid me enough for my rent. It's amazing how doing the "right things " can leave you feeling tired and broke. Doing dirty things leads to pay, lavish dinners, and wealthy aquantances. I finally understand money and my American dream constantly feels un-American. Hopefully soon my post about my personal affairs will be more elegant.
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