“I have seen stage poles break and fall from the ceiling, mid-song. I’ve seen a dancer collapse then convulse violently — her black, scuffed stilettos trembling beneath the curtain backstage — before she was spirited away on a stretcher.

I’ve danced topless while sprinklers flooded the dressing room and coworkers sprinted through smoke in rhinestone bikinis as our club caught on fire. I’ve stripped through electricity outages, club shootings, fistfights, and ever-overflowing toilets. I’ve been choked by a government official, robbed by a customer I later watched snatch my purse on security camera footage — all while managers did nothing.”

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