Prologue
I suffer. I want a Prada bag. I'm in pain. I caught a cold, and now I have a stuffy nose, sore throat and only one thing can make me feel good again, only one thing can heal all the symptoms of a typical New York spring flu. A brand new, shiny, beautiful Prada bag. I guess I'll have to find some kind of job after all.
Six month of sitting home, six month of doing absolutely nothing but watching TV, going out, sleeping, getting drunk and sleeping again. Oh no, wait, I was busy with something, I was doing some renovations in my new apartment. Which legally became mine only a month ago. Yep, that's what all my life has been about, spontaneous decisions and living in the moment. Because right now technically I'm a 25-year-old illegal immigrant from Russia, four years in New York, no papers, no work authorization, no work itself. Only a crazy life filled with restaurants, shops, beauty salons, clubs and restaurants again. How is it all possible? Very simple. I used to be a stripper.
When I just started writing this book, I wanted to put it in a milder way: a dancer. An entertainer. A go-go girl. But after all, since my goal was to be 100 percent honest with you guys, I decided to call a spade a spade and finally say it. A word that we all hate being called but that's what everybody calls us: a stripper.
So many things come to your mind when you hear it: plastic shoes, fake boobs, G-strings filled with dollar bills, hair extensions and a Barbie doll make-up. Stupid girls who are too lazy or too stupid to finish their school. Dirty whores with no moral principles or beliefs. Greedy bitches who destroy happy families. That's what everybody thinks but in real life it can only be true in one case out of a thousand. And that's the reason why I decided to lift up a curtain a little bit so everyone can see what our burlesque life really is. So enjoy your experience form the first row and don't forget to tip the girls!
The full book "The New York Doll" by Ellie Modwood is available on Amazon.
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