No more scrubs
Apr 14, 2022
2 minutes
In August 2011, I went to Zumba and afterwards, I chatted to a friend.
‘Come to my burlesque class, ’ she said.
Burlesque?! Wasn’t that stripping?
Imagining myself dancing around in nothing else but feathered knickers, towering heels and sequin nipple tassels, I almost snorted with laughter.
I was pushing
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