You never forget your first real summer job. It’s July. Your dodgy home schooling program is out for the summer. No worries about getting up by 10am to learn how to read stupid books. Just you feeling all grown up and earning a paycheck. Well, you and a bunch of people touching up your hair and make-up and a guy focusing his camera on your underaged crotch and boobs. That last part didn’t happen quite as much when I was delivering pizzas.
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