My new approach to getting a job entails making everyone think that I could beat them up, and turning them on by doing so.
Dressed in black, I'm off to temporarily sell my soul to a bar or two who are lauded for the plethora of underage drunken girls that frequent for the two-dollar Tuesday drink specials.
I'd say wish me luck, but I'm such a fucking babe that I don't need it.
Good luck to you, then.
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