Thirty Four

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The next weekend, I found myself in the same tight dress and voluminous fake scarlet hair. I stood in the chaotic beer and sweat-stained reek of the strip club. The strobe lights are glimmering in neon and dark red along with the deafening party music and cheers. 

As usual, weekends witness the biggest flock of customers. I may have slowly gotten accustomed to this environment the longer that I worked here but to my eyes, the varied customers that patronize the illegal prostitution in the club never fail to surprise me. You’d see them in different ages, colors, attires, and obviously different socio-economic statuses. 

It surprises every time high-class men would pay to watch a girl strip before them. The other night, a rich businessman came to hire an escort. The other, a local politician, paid a girl to t