At the age of 26 I finally returned to the city of sin, Las Vegas, and promptly found a part of myself that I knew was missing. No, I didn't run in to my long lost twin. I didn't discover the most amazing culinary cuisine of all time. And I certainly did not meet the Chip n' Dales man of my dreams, regretfully.
I did however find a calling that, should this teacher thing not work out, I would pursue with great fervor. Though it would be a great undertaking to repel all sense of Christian morals and the fair amount of self respect that I've aquired over the years, being a Flamingo XXX Burlesque Dancer would fulfill my thespian side. It isn't Footloose, Guys n' Dolls, or Cats; rather a superior form of art that requires a costume that can only be attained after countless hours at a gym or really a great gene pool.
Though highly disrespected, many female exotic entertainers are incredibly athletic. If paired to compete against a female basketball player for strength and agility, I'd bet on the dancer. The most fantastic thing about all of this is that dancing has become increasingly LESS taboo and pole dancing classes are springing up faster than, well, the guys watching. Pretty soon they will even have pole dancing for seniors at various homes and 50+ living communities. For the young entrepreneur this could really be a luctrative business (without having to own a stipper bar or an adult store).
If the educational system of American continues to lay off teachers, I predict a mass exodus toward the dancing world- rulers in hand.
You heard it here first!
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