"Get a plastic bag
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
Go ahead and pick up all the cash
You danced all night, girl, you deserve it."
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There was only one rule at Phoenix: don't touch the strippers.

That didn't, unfortunately, stop men from being creeps. Or the girls from doing whatever it took to get themselves through the night. It didn't stop rappers or ball players from throwing parties. That didn't stop all kinds of people from coming in and throwing bills. That rule didn't always get followed. But, in London's largest up-and-coming strip club, there were always going to be pretty girls, famous visitors, and rules bound to be broken.

All she needed was some money.

All he wanted was a lap dance.

This is a story about eight people whose lives are interconnected, unbeknownst to them, through Phoenix, foreign currency, and the growing divide between the rich and the poor.

"Let one night at Phoenix change your whole entire life."

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Last story I promise hahah.
But I'm so into this right now expect pretty fast updates. I'm obsessed with this idea.

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