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A week has passed since Sara told me about her crazy idea. We both didn't talk about it anymore, and we both were busy, but that doesn't stopped me from thinking about it. I'm sitting in front of the computer again, listening to another angry customer yelling at me, when the idea comes back into my mind. While the customer gets louder and louder, i can't stop thinking about this. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? I mean, everyone has an OnlyFans nowadays, no one will notice, right? "Yes, we are very sorry, Sir," i say, trying to calm him down, while i really couldn't care less about him. I'm so tired of this. All this shit, and what do i get for it? Minimum wage and the fact that i'm the one always getting the blame, because it's me, the one who needs to do everything. "And when will it change, huh?!," he says, "this is the third time, i had a problem!" "We are very sorry for the inconvenience, sir," i repeat, "the order will be changed, and you'll get a discount. Again, we're very