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The First Time I understood What I Was
I went to massage school green. I mean really green. Naive enough to think a business card and a good technique was the whole job. They let students take their own clients once we hit a certain point, just to build hours. So I did what they told us to do. Posted where they said to post. Started booking men. And then something strange kept happening. They'd book once, and I'd never hear from them again. Over and over. I started to panic. I had an aunt out of state and I rememb
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