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I was upset yesterday. As washing a bitch's feet, she murmured to a silly and fat guy who came with her.

I knew it. I could sense it's something against me. It got on my nerves. The fire of anger started burning in my body.

When I finished, I went to the sink, poured the water. Meanwhile the bitch went to the reception.

I knew what's going on now. Again. Discrimination. This time I just couldn't stand it anymore. 

My adrenalin was going. I went toward the reception with extremely anger.

Then I forced myself calm and said "Are you going to change a masseuse?!" She said "Yes."

I said to the receptionist "That's fine. I don't want to massage her!"

Then I went into the restroom. Shit! Fuck you! Bitch! I could not calm down. I needed to kill someone. I wanted to shout.

 

One minute later, the receptionist came and said "Could you massage the guy and another masseuse massage the woman?

The cosmetologist has convinced them to stay." I said "So they wanted to cancel?! Just let them go, I don't want to massage them!"

Later, she came again, I knew I was troubling her so I took it. Shit! Nosy cosmetologist.