I was not dancing. It was stripping to the music. There was nothing glamorous about it. But with some of us it was a form of self-expression which was violated many times when we were busted by the police and thrown in jail.
One time in Chicago when I was busted, the undercover agent said to the ticket man and me while he was hauling us downtown, "You understand, don't you, that we're just doing our jobs?" I wanted to reply, "So are we".
Opal, the X-Rated Grandma, aka THE OLD STRIPPER:
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