Chapter 19 My New life two

• As night fell, I slipped back into the familiar ritual of my work. I adored my stage persona, becoming a seductive and captivating dancer.
• The club welcomed me, my tired feet protesting in delicate high heels, my body tired from the day’s grind. Yet, I was resolute—pushing through was crucial for surviving.
• On stage, the lights blinded me, and the pulsating music echoed in my chest. The seedy crowd watched greedily, their gazes crawling over me, nosy and undesirable.