Alanna Jamison
Atlanta, Georgia
June 17th 2016
Present day
3:15am"Girl you workin with some ass yeah, you bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah, his last yeah
Hoes frown when you pass yeah, they mad yeah
You gon' ride in the Jag yeah, with that head
You could smoke or buy a bag yeah, of grass yeah."I danced along to the song as it blazed through the speakers of the club. I grabbed onto the pole gripping it with my hand and spinning around.
Working the pole wasn't as hard as everyone makes it seems, it's literally just using muscles.
It wasn't the life I wanted to live, but it is the life I learned to get used to. Every night it was nothing but dancing and nothing but money revolving around me.
I've never been a girl of greed, but I'm starting to think maybe this is the life for me.
Every other night it's a new celebrity and tonight it was partynextdoor, and him and the rest of the ovo crew was literally making it rain.
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