Stripping was literally the answer to a prayer. I had been praying for guidance in a certain matter, and the answer kept coming in the form of dreams, waking visions, people I'd meet, opportunuties which kept presenting themselves to me. At first I didn't accept this—
I simply couldn't believe that God was telling me to be a stripper. But the messages kept coming, and I finally gave up my resistance and went to the strip club.
