Good catch and good access. Read Tamara El-Khoury's story: Tiffany punches something special on the jukebox. She and Peggy take the stage. They start off slow. Late on a Friday afternoon, there are hardly any customers at the Mons Venus.
Peggy, in faded jeans, holds the pole at the center of the stage and spins. Tiffany runs her hands up under her shirt and pulls off her top.
In this light they could be the same girl. Same long blond hair, same small breasts. Same slow, swaying motion. Some guys think they are sisters.
"It is obvious there is some kind of relation,'' says another dancer, watching from nearby. "You can tell what Peggy used to look like.''
The two of them stroll the edges of the stage and meet near the middle. Peggy glances toward a guy sitting at the edge of the bar.
"You know him, don't you?'' she says. "You danced with him.''
Tiffany nods. He used to get lap dances from Peggy. Now he gets them from her daughter instead.
Their song, the one playing on the jukebox, is by Kanye West. Tiffany loves to play it when she's onstage with her mom. She likes to sing the words, feel them, think about what they mean. Sometimes she plays the song even when her mom isn't working.
Hey Mama, I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you.
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