[Taliah Dawson]

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Taliah Dawson Got a black card then let saks have it For the past few months Taliah had been lamenting her dissatisfaction with her job at the sports bar and fantasizing about the day in which she could finally tell that misogynistic, duplicitous, self righteous son of a bitch that signed her checks to go f*ck himself. In truth, the brunette had no idea how soon that day would come until she crossed paths with a young supplier that changed her life. Her resignation had been every bit as climatic as she'd hoped. Over the years, the young woman had threatened to quit numerous times and her failure to follow through  had given her employer a false sense of security. Not only had she'd thrown her server apron in her boss's face, but a few of her regulars had left with her. According to one of her former co-workers the establishment had not only lost customers but other staff as well partially as a result of her departure and partially as a result of as a result of a particularly nasty yelp review outlining the deceptive practices utilized by her previous employer to garner a larger profit at the customer's expense. The misfortune couldn't have happened to a better business, as far as Liah was concerned. Still, her resignation had left the twenty three year old with a fair amount of time on her hands which she'd been using to expand her clientele and continue building her business and as of late...business was good. So good in fact that she had been able to withdraw herself from doing most of the grunt work on the streets and hire a few pushers. It was a position that saw a fair amount of turnover as despite being upfront about her abilities people still foolishly attempted to rip her off. As a result, Liah was always on the lookout for new pushers. Of course, that was a different thought for a different day as the brunette had dedicated this day to her pursuit of retail therapy. It was strange to think how uncomfortable she used to feel walking the streets of cities like Beverley Hills. How out of place, like she didn't deserve to be there.  My, how times had changed, Taliah thought to herself with a smirk as she strolled across the smooth linoleum flooring of Beverly center shopping mall. Being her first visit to the shopping center, Liah was a bit unfamiliar with the layout, prompting the young woman to slide her sun glasses to the top of her head as she came to a stop in front of a mall directory. A look of perplexity flickered across the twenty three year old's face as she thought aloud "I was pretty sure this place had a Dolce and Gabbana." These chanel bags are a bad habit

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