Dana danced her way through college. Not stripping but it was on the "hot" side. She was 19; no cash, no parents, no visible means of support. She gave it a lot of thought in the short amount of time she had; The Man was closing in. The burning desire to get that degree, be one of those white collars. Or gray collars or gold collars or whatever the hell they called it. She would need some real cash. She decided to dance. And she studied, hard. And she made it. Now, when she thinks back, she is still a bit—reticent—about what she did. But there's also a little smile.
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Money Money Money Danica Blazeska
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Shots Of Silver™ 2012