Burned, broken, tossed and torn. Analia Moreau is most likely running from hell. The hell she created. The hell she can't escape. Its like her deepest darkest fears are on repeat. She should have listened. But she was to stubborn for her own good. 🦋🦋🦋 I was getting ready for my night show as usual. When I spotted a godly handsome man in my peripheral. Heat crept up my neck as I strode towards the pole. I stood next to the pole taking a deep breath before gripping it. Lifting myself up with my arm strength, I started spinning, twisting and turning. My body spun gracefully in the air. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was different from the men that usually come here. He wasn't in his late 30's nor his 40's, he looked around my age. Why would such a young man to such a place? Through out the whole performance his green eyes never left my brownish-hazel ones. I felt an intense feeling coursing though my veins... 🦋🦋🦋 Update's every ✨Week✨
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