I moved to Las Vegas, NV in the summer of 2006. I'd been drawn here by dreams of becoming a true Showgirl. At 5 feet-zero inches, I knew I it would be a cinch. Vegas had been calling me in my waking dreams, coloring my walking fantasies. I was called by the weird, the wild, the allure of the easily aquired stage, and of course by the every-taboo-you-would-ever-want-to-avoid-as-a-female-moving-to-Las-Vegas movie, "Showgirls." If that's the best tale of woe you can conjour: Sign Me Up!...
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