My Worst Day Jobs: I Almost Sold Sex Toys and Might Have Worked for an Arms Dealer

“I really don’t care what I do!” I say with the kind of disdain that only a 22-year-old stuffed from too many unlimited salad and breadsticks from the Olive Garden that her parents just bought her, can say. “It’s just a job to pay the bills till I can su


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