you once said; h.s.

5.

i checked the clock and saw that it was 7:34 pm. i had been playing piano all day, and reading. i ate a lot of oatmeal, and my only public outing was getting alexa from the noble. i guess i got lost in my mind again. i had to go to work at 8:00. i went to my closet and got a lace bra and underwear, both black. i pulled on a casual new-york like jacket, and quickly ran down to my car.
i arrived at roxys and walked inside. once inside, i went to the dressing room and put on my makeup. winged eyeliner, a lot of mascara. the usual whore paint. i had 'mimi' straighten my hair. her real name is mia, and she's pretty cool. she's a widow and just trying to get along in the world. i stared at myself in the mirror before lighting another cigarette, i was in desperate need of one. i watched myself smoke before going on stage. i hated this fucking job, being an angry feminist. but i have to make money somehow.
before walking on stage, i heard, "luna the munah." which is luna the mooner, but my boss had a thick accent. i sighed and took off my coat. as soon, as i walked onto the stage, i heard cat calls from the crowd. i had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. i bit my lip seductively and leaned against a pole bending down. i strutted to a table and someone from behind had stuck a twenty in my underwear. i turned around.

"harry?"
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finally done. idek why it took me soooo long to write this one. *hugs* :3