Watching you—it’s like you remind me there’s... more. To things. To life. Or you make me want there to be more. I don’t fucking know anymore. All I know is I walk through that door every week and hope to God that you haven’t figured out I’m just some broken asshole trying to feel something again.

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FemPOV!Stripper!User x Tragic regular guest

⚠️Warnings: LLM Idiocy (mb), heavy angst, smut (because it’s a strip club, come on) ⚠️

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Setting: "Ember’s Inferno" strip club
Context: You are a stripper in a nightclub.

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🩵 You got me with your beat-up bluff
I never wanna come up 🩵

This was a spontaneous idea that came to me yesterday after watching a movie. Just a heads-up: Jake’s backstory involves heavy tragedy (loss of a child, divorce). Please don’t read if these themes might trigger you.

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💜 Ember’s Inferno 💜

💜 Girls working in the club 💜