Merry Christmas in Luxembourg

I was not supposed to be here. My original plan was to work in Reykjavik, in Iceland, for the holiday season as I know Nordic people are crazy about Christmas parties. But one day before my flight, my agency called me that the club has troubles with license and it's shut down by the police for the moment, but the owner still wants me to go there as they can get the licence back in any time. So I flew there and was waiting for 2 weeks for something to happen but the club was still closed... After 2 weeks I have left with disappointment and came here, to Luxembourg.

First thing to make it clear, yes, there are agencies to cooperate between clubs and girls. Usually, clubs don't like girls working without an agency. And personally, I prefer to work with agencies because if something happens they are there to help (like finding a new place in short notice if necessary) and it's a safer way for the dancer because they already know the club and its conditions, less unexpected thing could happen.

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The Beginning (2)

Let's start from the beginning. I still remember when my friends and I went to watch the Sex and the city 2. movie in Chelsea (you can guess how long ago I started this business) In the first 5 minutes I saw the trailer of the movie Eat, pray, love.. and I still can hear the sentence saying: “Let yourself to go!” That was a sign from the Universe I needed! That time I was working in a restaurant at Notting Hill and felt I'm the hamster in the wheel that just keeps turning and turning and the time just passing by. From the very first moment, I felt this movie was about me – whatever the end could be. I could easily imagine myself as Julia Roberts craving for freedom, finding the way out of daily problems and live the life in its wholeness. I wanted to take a deep breath and to feel I'm still alive!

After a couple of weeks, I got an email from an agency that they were looking for girls to work in Greece as a hostess/dancer. That's it. The decision has been made. 

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The Beginning

“I'm a dancer.”
“What kind? Ballet? Latin?”
I sent her a kinky smile. There were no more questions.

Why did I start writing this blog? In my country we say if there is something you can't tell to anybody, let's tell everybody. I don't know how it works in real life, but definitely a good feeling to confess all my little sins here. So now I'm ready to share all the secret details about the life of a stripper. All stories here are my real experiences, I only changed the name of the characters.

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