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As my stripper-friend and I filled out applications, we had stared hopelessly at the six-foot, gorgeous, model-like Amazons already dancing there, and convinced ourselves that the club, Lace, would not hire us.
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I hurried back to my laptop and posted about it in the comments on other entries. I called my stripper-friend who also got hired. I called my boyfriend.
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“Um, could you go ahead and neglect to mention that you work at a strip club and blog about naked people?” My dad asked me quietly. “We don’t want to scare Patch’s family away until after the wedding.”
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“What does your boyfriend think of you working at a strip club?” She asked as we lounged on the bed in Patch’s parents’ guest room. “You are working so far below your potential. The environment is horrible, and I can’t imagine that he’s impressed with your unwillingness to live up to our expectations of you.”

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