When
we were 14 and decided that we just had to have every style of Doc
Martens sandals and at least two pairs of boots to go with those Lucky
jeans, we got our first job. We worked the counter at Chinese Delight
in the food court of the Independence Center. It was fun, we made new
friends, and every week we blew our entire paycheck at The Buckle. We
worked hard for the money, but apparently not as hard as Polish teens
who are turning to prostitution so they can buy clothes, concert
tickets and expensive vacations.
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