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May 20, 2011
Daisy stood stoically at the edge of the stage. Something about the last performer made her feel insecure. Especially since the boss seemed to like her so much. True, Daisy lacked just as much poise and refinement back in the day. Formerly the only child of a middle class family, she embraced her bisexuality with a bar fly, running into drugs, tattoos and perpetual hangovers. Modeling was her salvation--the glue which held the pieces of life together again. What bothered her the most? The life she left behind in suburbia or the ones spent in the bars until closing?