Boujee
" she don't depend on anybody
knows just what to do with get body
counting all that money like a hobby
she don't give a fuck about nobody "
The Weeknd / Abel Tesfaye
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Flashback
I silently walked up the stairs, alone in the small apartment in downtown Toronto. Thinking to myself as I made my way to the bedroom. The heels I wore clicked as I made my way down the hallway.
I rarely get upset, over anything that has to do with the things around me. If I do get upset or frustrated about something, it would have to do with myself or the people around me. But on rare occasions, I get upset over the life I lived.
A life people would call lonely, depressing, selfish, or sad. But sadly enough, I chose to leave on my own, it was a decision I made. I left home and chose Toronto.
Working at a strip club wasn't something most people like to brag about, but in all honesty, it didn't bother me. Part of me didn't mind working at a strip club, but of course the other part of me hates myself for doing it.
It wasn't the job most little girls dream about, but it paid the bills for the tiny apartment I lived alone in.
This wasn't the life I would love forever, I promised myself that. I wouldn't let myself live this way. I could do something more, make something out of myself. I wasn't meant for this.
I told myself I would make sure I had the finer things in life, I would climb to the top however I needed to. It wasn't involving other people, it was just involving me. It would be for myself, not anyone else.
'Tell yourself you're being selfish.' I thought. 'Go ahead and be selfish. Because if being selfish means you won't have to live like this then be selfish for the rest of your life.'
I lived and worked in downtown Toronto, I was going to get involved in it.
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"Hey wait!" I heard as I walked out of the club after my shift.
I turned around to be met with an unfamiliar face. I threw my red jacket over my shoulders, seeing I was only in a black dress I brought to change into.
"Valerie right?" He asked as he approached me.
"Yeah? Who's asking?" I said while narrowing my eyes.
"My names Cash, you were the girl dancing for Abel." He said.
'Play it right Valerie, this could be it.'
"Yeah? And?" I asked confused.
He chuckled lightly before moving out of the way, motioning for me to walk ahead.
"Just come on." He said motioning back into the club.
I looked back ahead between him and the club doors.
'This better be worth it." I thought before making my way back into the club.
