When I first started pole dancing, I was nervous and a little ashamed of myself. Most people don’t have dreams of becoming an exotic dancer when they’re five; mine was to become a doctor. And I was on my way to fulfill that dream, when reality struck; I was broke, and medical school was expensive. I applied for jobs. At first I tried internships, working in labs, something that was educational and that paid the bills. Then I tried waitressing and retail jobs. No one would hire me. Finally, one day after I was convinced by my friend to go to her brother’s 21st birthday party, inspiration (and desperation) struck. It is not a bad job, and it pays the bills and actually the place I work is quite nice, more of a couples club actually.
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