I have never been this broke in my life. But I make it work. I eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches all day and steal toilet paper from bars.
I had to expand my search. "Do you allow tattoos?" Everyone said no.
Until I lowered my standards.
There's a sketchy bar in the middle of a sketchy neighborhood in Queens.
The cold manager stared at me in his cold office. "What brings a girl like you to a place like this?"
I filled out some paperwork and he took my polaroid.
I went to the dressing room and changed. I guess it was only me and one other girl. She wasn't very attractive.
I walked out to the bar. Behind it was a tiny stage with two poles on each side. And nobody was there. One bartender, one bouncer, one mediocre, slightly overweight stripper with bad teeth, and me. Hello, Lux.
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