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Butterflies & I: A VIP Room Miracle It's the terrible lighting that gets me, the smell of alcohol on their breaths, the cycle and cycle of shots going 'round the table. It's their annoying laughter that suffocates me, their cheap advances and their too-expensive cologne. It's the way they try to touch me, like desperate children, their eyes filled with drunken lust and their hands fumbling with crisp $50 bills. It's the way I dance that gets them, the way I twirl and blow kisses for their pleasure. It's the vulnerability of their lives that makes them turn to me, an unattainable entertainer, because I am the only stability that exists in