Beth, ten years too old to be working as a stripper, bought
me drinks each time I happened to come to a club she danced in, considering me
a friend rather than the usual suckers strippers like to mile for cash.
How she survived in a business that gobbled up girls the way
kids did cookies, I can say, older girls replaced by younger girls barely
legal.
Beth refused to surrender, and changed her act to include a
comedy routine, sexy, yet barely sexy enough to get the tips she needed to
survive. She refused to go into the back room the way other aging dancers did,
telling me she may be old (barely 35) but has a sense of pride, simply
unwilling to let any man have her just for the money.
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