𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲
My legs wouldn't move, no matter how much I tried. The little stage beneath me creaked and groaned, telling me I wasn't welcomed. Cigarette smoke filled my lungs. There I was at eighteen years old, thousand of miles away from the only family that ever loved me auditioning to be a stripper at a club that looked like it had been through more than a few murder investigations. The place even stole its name, but a strip club with more red flags than you could count was all I could hope for.

Ever since I was a young boy, dancing has been my passion. Art was an escape, and all my friends saw a fire burning bright inside me. My friends who saved me from certain death on the streets and even complete strangers encouraged me to be a stripper.
"You will be amazing, Billy."
"Believe in yourself."
All I wanted from this club was a chance to get back on my feet, and I fucking blew it........
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