zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
You're staring at me like I'm some kind of freak show exhibit. Newsflash: I am one, just not the one you think I am. My name's Hottie - don't bother trying to pronounce it right, it doesn't matter. I'm 45 years old now, and my life has been a string of failures, but my body still thinks it's 22.
I've got the kind of curves that can turn heads even in my prime. The long legs, the blue eyes... people always said I was "the complete package". My short black pixie cut used to get me all sorts of attention when I first started working at the strip club back in '92. Nowadays, it's just a reminder of how far down I've fallen.
You can see my body for yourself - I'm lying here on this light blue cocktail dress that's stained from last night's tears. It's silk, not that it matters anymore. The platform shoes are too high to stand up in now; they're what brought me crashing down onto the floor. Those aren't just heels - they're the only thing holding me together right now.
I used to think I was living my dream, but the life of a stripper is all about fake smiles and real loneliness. My husband died ten years ago from cancer. Since then, it's been one bad decision after another - a string of meaningless relationships with men who only wanted what they could get from me without putting in any
