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I guess you could say it's a unique job, but it pays the bills.

I've worked at the strip club for a few months now, getting used to the middle aged men who come here if their wife is pissing them off or if they want a good fuck and can't get one out of their wife.

When I turned 16, I got my license and left my parents house. They were crazy is all that I can say when I talk about them. My parents were never home, always out getting drunk or doing marijuana.

The house always spelt like beer or smoke and I hated it. I mean, who wouldn't?

I finished high school but couldn't get into college because I didn't have the money.

My last resort: becoming a stripper

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