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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 5, 2012
Maureen Anne Costello was sitting at her desk on the firth floor of the Tribunes head office. The blond twenty-three year old was a junior reporter for the newspaper and although this was a big day in her career, Maureen wasn’t looking very happy. Her editor had given the young woman her first own story. However, Maureen wasn’t thrilled about the topic, to be honest.
In the past month there had been some incidents at local strip clubs. Most of them were rather harmless, however some politicians of the conservative wing had jumped on the band wagon and started to campaign against the business in general. They claimed that criminal gangs were running the clubs, forcing women into prostitution and using their establishments for several other illegal activities. Although, nothing of this was based on no facts, the story was starting to grow and the editor wanted to get an inside story on the city’s strip clubs and their business.
Having no clue about strip clubs and anything that was connected to it, Maureen felt very lost. She had been brought up in a conservative and well protected fashion, so she had never felt the need to visit one or get close to one. Personally, she even agreed to some degree with the politicians, however as a young and idealistic journalist, she wanted to do this right and get to the root of the story.
If she wanted to get to know the business, she had to get some inside knowledge. Finally she picked up her phone and dialed with shaking fingers the number that was written on a heart shaped, red card.
In the past month there had been some incidents at local strip clubs. Most of them were rather harmless, however some politicians of the conservative wing had jumped on the band wagon and started to campaign against the business in general. They claimed that criminal gangs were running the clubs, forcing women into prostitution and using their establishments for several other illegal activities. Although, nothing of this was based on no facts, the story was starting to grow and the editor wanted to get an inside story on the city’s strip clubs and their business.
Having no clue about strip clubs and anything that was connected to it, Maureen felt very lost. She had been brought up in a conservative and well protected fashion, so she had never felt the need to visit one or get close to one. Personally, she even agreed to some degree with the politicians, however as a young and idealistic journalist, she wanted to do this right and get to the root of the story.
If she wanted to get to know the business, she had to get some inside knowledge. Finally she picked up her phone and dialed with shaking fingers the number that was written on a heart shaped, red card.