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"A strip club!?" Derek asked in shock as he and Dylan walked down the busy side walk of New York City...

"Yes Derek a strip club, for the twentieth damn time!" he replied annoyed and started fishing through his pocket for something...

"Ok, but seriously... what's so great about a strip club?" he asked.. Dylan stopped in his tracks and looked at his younger brother...

"Women Derek, naked women... and lots of them... don't tell me you haven't seen a naked woman before or I'd say you've got a hell of a lot more to be worried about than my opening a strip club." He replied.. Derek blushed with embarrassment...

"Of course I have!" he hissed "But strippers aren't the kind of women I prefer to see naked, I want it to be someone I care about."

"Derek, you'll soon learn that strippers are hot enough and easy enough that feelings wont matter... besides this is going to make me rich, and Uncle Sal is counting on me to make this business boom... its been open a month and we're already out doing the business across town."

"I'd rather make my money saving lives than ruining them." He muttered...

"You're too much like dad... it's a dog-eat-dog world out there Derek, survival is key, and my survival is a strip club." He replied turning down an alley towards his new business... Derek hesitantly followed him still baffled by the idea and sighed...

"Yeah, but... a strip club!?"

The sound of sirens outside the window snapped him out of his day dream and he was painfully reminded of his long lost dream...

He turned and walked over to the large oak desk putting away the papers that were scattered across the desk, hearing the soft beats of the loud music outside the office radiate through the halls and pulled his wrinkled suit jacket on letting out a sigh...

He picked up his keys of his desk, ready to end yet another empty day.

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