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My Stripper Days

There are people who touch your life in ways that stay with you forever.

For me, one of those people was a man I met while working as a stripper. He was a bouncer and bartender at the club, and always had my back.

We'd talk about philosophy and life between sets - because, you know, the meaning of life is just as important as a good lap dance.

He was a kindred spirit and a steady presence, always looking out for me.

He'd listen to my fears, and offer a shoulder to cry on.

One Christmas, he gave me a handmade black box filled with burned copies of Actors Studio

recordings. It felt like the most thoughtful gift. This gift felt symbolic - a reminder that the challenging period in my life was only temporary.

Years later, when a fire ravaged my apartment, that black box was one of the few things that survived. It's survival was a powerful metaphor. Just as the box endured the flames, I too have continued to strive for my dreams.

This man's kindness and lack of hidden motives has stayed with me, a reminder of the impact one person can have on another, and I'll always be grateful for his presence in my life.

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