I had a plan when I was nineteen. I would strip only until the bills were paid and I knew my sister and I wouldn't be thrown out on the street. We would be financially stable. That was my plan. That was also three years ago. I'm still stripping. I keep telling myself my life will change. I won't do this much longer. I won't need to. I don't even believe that anymore. I still have bills. I still have a deadbeat mom. No idea where my father is. Or who...