I ask as I put a puffy black jacket over my revealing clothes.
My two kids are already asleep which is good since it is getting late.
What time is it now? 9:30? That's good still time to get to the studio.
I put on my red high heels, no one can know they're a fake pair I made at home,
As I walk out the door of my small, one story house, closing and locking behind me
I noticed the fortune of moss on my fucking roof. That'll be fun to deal
With. I start walking to the studio, sadly I don't own a car, those things are damn
Expensive, I swear it makes me wanna kill myself more than I already
Want to.
As I walk to the studio the smell of cigarettes and alcohol becomes more noticable. Looking down each alleyway shows people being hella aggressive with each other,
Some even recording what they're doing. After walking past
Many porn studios and strip clubs, I finally found my way to
The club I work at, the neon lights giving it away.
"I'm only doing this for my kids, not for my enjoyment."
I remind myself as I open the doors the the strip club.
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