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Louise Rafkin

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Hard Up

I lied to get my first waitress job. I claimed experience. I was 14 but had 16-year-old breasts. “You‘re hired,” Skinny Skip said, eyes half-cast. “You’re attractive enough.” He handed me a red micro-miniskirt and a peasant blouse that cinched up the front. When I bent forward, the customers saw......
LA Weekly