The room pulsed like a living heart. Sequins flashed, hips swayed, and under the mirrorball’s spinning glare, women were doing something more radical than anyone dared to say out loud. Every halter strap, every jean seam, every swish of satin carried a quiet rebellion—against shame, against smallness, against being told how to move, dress, or desi… Continues…
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