When I was 20 I wanted to be a striptease dancer in Japan.
I didn’t.
When I first moved to the city, I fantasized on finding a strip joint that would feel like home. I lived near the down town area, and passed several clubs every day, imagining how comforting it would feel like, to have a home there. I imagined how I would sit there and work on my laptop while the dancers work the stage.
Nikita gave me my stage name at our first lesson. Angel.
I still didn’t find a club I could call home. Meantime I built my own poll at home. God knows how long it could take.