Prologue: Impolite Company
<p>“Suzanne! You got a life inside you that makes people want to have a good time!” His voice had grown hoarse by this late hour, which only enhanced his charm. I love the edgy plainspokenness of a New York accent.</p>
<p>Customers were always filling our heads with compliments. But even now, after all these years, this one still warms my heart. It came from a fireman, a 9/11 First Responder, and was delivered straight from the heart, with tears in his eyes.</p>
<p>I was a dancer at Ten’s World-Class Cabaret in New York City’s Flatiron district. Ten’s was the city’s premier upscale Gentlemen’s Club, frequented by celebrities and wealthy Wall Street types. It was a lively, glitzy place, where the ladies were charming and the champagne flowed. But in the weeks following September 11 the vibe was very different.</p>
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