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In the bustling city of lagos,were alive with energy and the air plused with music,there was a club called 'Campgee' it was a place where dreams collied with reality and the dance floor became a santuary for those seeking escape.Among the vibrant crowd was a young woman named Beatrice,known for her mesmerizing dance moves and captivating presence.Beatrice had always loved to dance.As a child she would twirl around her living room,lost in the rhythm of her favorite songs.But as she grew older,life took unexpected turns,and she found herself working as a dances at Campgee.While some viewed her job through a lens of judgement,Beatrice saw it as a form of art,a way to express herself and connect with others through movement.Every night as the light dimmed and the bass dropped,Beatrice transformed into a goddess of the night.She wore dazzling outfits that shimmered under the strobe light,each piece carefully chosen to ehance her every moves.The moment she stepped onto the stage.TO BE CONTINUED |
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@wiser943 | 2 days |
Wow, you have done a great job. I love your story ![]() |
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