
I never planned on being a stripper. It started with modeling gigs and chasing whatever jobs would pay the bills. Somebody told me I had the right look and suggested I try stripping, and honestly, the money was better and the attention was addicting in its own way. At first, you get some basic training—how to move, how to read a crowd, how to keep things fun and sexy without crossing lines that’ll get you thrown out. But over time, you realize there aren’t really any hard lines at all, especially once you step out of the club and into private parties.
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