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The year was 2015 and I had just turned the ripe age of eighteen. At this point in my life, I had already experienced quite a bit for someone so young. Born into a wealthy family, I had grown up surrounded by opulence and extravagance. My mother was a famous actress and model who had always pushed me to pursue a career in modeling as well.
As a result of her influence and exposure to the glamorous world of fashion, I had developed a keen eye for style and a sense of self-confidence that bordered on arrogance. I had grown up attending parties with A-list celebrities, learning how to walk the runway like a pro, and practicing my poses in front of mirrors until I perfected the art.
My mother had always told me that the key to success was not just about being beautiful, but also about projecting confidence and sass. And so, I had learned to incorporate these qualities into my modeling career. I had even started to develop my own distinct style, which often involved pairing bright colors with bold accessories and making sure to always show a little bit of skin. It wasn't uncommon for me to be spotted wearing a micro skirt or thigh socks at an event, much to the delight of the photographers who loved capturing my cheeky poses on camera.
