“A prophet’s job is never done,” my father told me when I was a girl. “You must face sin and corruption everyday, and be the glowing example for all humans to follow.”

I had nodded then, knowing what my purpose was.

Ten years later, I’m not sure. He was right about sin and corruption, but glowing example?

I literally do. The glow-in-the-dark body paint lights up in the dimly lit room as I circle the pole. The men wave their money in the air and I smile at them.

Whenever I approach a man, for a few seconds, I am their savior, I am their own personal angel, until I walk away again to dance.

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