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"Looking back, it was probably inevitable I'd drop out of college. It's not that I'm dumb or even lazy, but just that, well, look at me: I'm young, I'm hot, and I'm terminally online. All of which means that by my sophomore year, I had a social media following that probably rivaled some lower-tier porn stars, up-and-coming rock stars, and even a few well-known names who weren't yet fully household names. I could pretend it was because of my makeup tutorials or whatever, but every girl who gets into this knows better. Sure, I've probably inspired a few girls' looks, but most of the audience is horned up dudes breathing hard and probably fogging up their monitors.
Anyway, that became a kind of fame, and fame became not quite an addiction, but close. Still is. I'm still young, I'm still hot, and I'm gonna put both those to use so I don't have to work another retail job or go sit in an office and get sexually harassed by a boss. Better to be groped at in the club, where at least I'm expecting it, you know? Hell: better still to get paid for being groped and have fun with it at the same time. Besides: it's LA. I'd rather party for an unforgettable decade than live a longer, healthier, but ultimately boring life."
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