“I’m a dancer.”
“What kind? Ballet? Latin?”
I sent her a kinky smile. There were no more questions.
Why did I start writing this blog? In my country we say if there is something you can’t tell anybody, let’s tell everybody. I don’t know how it works in real life, but definitely a good feeling to confess all my little sins here. So now I’m ready to share all the secret details about the life of a stripper. All stories here are my real experiences, I only changed the name of the characters. Continue reading “The Beginning”
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