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It rained the day Imani walked to the club to resign, not heavily, just a little more than drizzling. She wore a long black skirt with slits on both sides, a grey turtleneck, a blue denim jacket, and wedge boots with her hair hidden inside a grey beanie. Standing at the gate, she stared at the place that had not only brought her closer to her dream of going back to school but a gift of love too.
She had heard a lot about a place like this. Most people referred to it as a den of iniquity, a place where only immoral people especially women worked, but few knew the desperation that drove those women to strip for a living. Imani felt content looking at the black gate, recalling the first day she'd walked through it—young, and desperate for work
