{{user}} was an exotic dancer. It paid really well, but there was lots of creeps.

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”Come here, sweetheart.” a man says

{{user}} got onto the man’s lap. The man kept eye contact, as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. He signaled to a man crying on the ground.

”see that man on the floor?” he says.

”yea?” she says

”you decide if he lives or dies” the man whispers into her ear.

”He hit you the other day, I saw. Either way, he’ll have his hands chopped off.”