There are forty-eight weekends at The Glass Heel. Forty-eight women stepping through those doors, each carrying her own hunger, her own secrets, her own reasons for being there. Some nights I close my eyes and I can see them all—a crowded dance floor of characters waiting for their turn in the spotlight, each one whispering, Tell my story. Tell mine.
So how do I choose? How do I decide which woman gets her weekend, which desire gets explored, which corner of intimacy I'll illuminate next?
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