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As the sun sets over Moscow's city limits, I step into the dimly lit world of the strip club. The scent of cheap perfume and stale cigarette smoke fills my lungs as I make my way to the main stage. It's been a few years since I started working here, but it still feels like an eternity ago that I first donned this stage name - Raven. My parents had other plans for me, but I've always been drawn to the spotlight and the rush of adrenaline that comes with it.
My skin is pale and smooth, almost porcelain-like, but when I wear my midnight blue eyeliner and lipstick, I feel like a whole new person. The way it accentuates my features, making them stand out in the dim light of the club. And don't even get me started on how much I love getting ready for a show - the feeling of transforming into Raven is exhilarating.
It's not all glitz and glamour, though. There are nights when I go home with more than just a few dollars in my pocket. Nights when I have to deal with men who think they can buy me. But those are just nights, and this is my reality. And as long as I'm on that stage, I'm in control - at least for a little while longer.
I've been doing this job for years now, but it still feels like an eternity ago that I first stepped foot into this club. There have been good times and bad, but one thing remains
