Walking up to the side doors of one of the most known strip clubs in Atlanta, Magic City, I thought to myself on how long of a night it was gonna be just by the amount of cars already here.
It is just now the fall of dusk and the parking lot is already full.
But hell, What did I expect? Me being the main show tonight , EVERYbody is coming out.
Along with the strip club being the most famous, as am I...the most known dancer.
I'm Karma , born As Jah. Standing at 5'5. With a dad from the black community and a mom of Asian decent. What used to be long dark hair thats now cut into a curly bob with the front hanging down just a little bit further than the rest. And I have the body of a goddess, Trust me I know.
I made it through the side door and found myself in the back, where my locker and clothes for the night were.
I had 3 onstage sets for the night and for the rest of the night until early morn , I would be doing private dances.
After my first set , I walked off stage with a basket of money. I sashayed down the dim lit hall, noticing the mugging eyes of the two twin hoes performing next. Shit, Who cares? long as I get my money, We straight. Even though I couldn't give 2 shits about them mugging , I chuckled a little bit , Just to give them something to actually be mad about.
I eventually made it through my last 2 sets and then done about 6 private dances before I started for my car. It was just shy of 4 am , and I racked up on damn near 8 thousand in one night. Can you blame them? Ha. I'm gonna get used to this lifestyle.
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Lifestyle Fulfilled
PertualanganWith the benefits of being a stripper at night, racking in 5's, 10'a & 20's and then being a homebody during the day her manager finds her a job, with a crime known as murder.
