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Yet by this point, Mr. Price had also secured licenses and permissions to operate a nightclub in Manhattan.

The ensuing decision was simple for Austin Price; considering he was engaged to the Dirty Destiny's owner and operator.

"We realized that once we combined our clubs, that we could still have a section cater exclusively for women where they would feel safe, but also have a section where women and men could mingle, and then a section where men could be by themselves," Austin explained to Out and About reporters. "Basically, the women can go wherever. We box the men in certain places, because, well...they're men."

Destiny Renee stood next to Austin Price today as co-partner and Chief Financial Officer of the Dirty Python club, a triumphant return to a city that had treated her so badly according to many observers.

Recent uncovering of evidence has led many to believe that the closure of Dirty Destiny last month was politically motivated by the Police Commissioner. Several other ethics investigations have already been opened up into his dealings.

A full-fledged investigation has been promised by City Hall as multiple businesses and organizations have come forward over the last several weeks to complain about extortion and gross abuse of power.

But for many, the troubles caused by a disgraced Police Commissioner are second only to the enjoying the new club. In a city where the latest nightclub opens every week, Dirty Python is unique.

"We love each other very much," Destiny Renee states when asked about what makes them different. "At the end of the day, this is something we do together. And each day, it helps us fall more in love with one another."

Only time will tell whether love is enough to keep Dirty Python as hot as it is now. But after experiencing the goods, we believe it is.





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Epilogue - Destiny





“Hey, babe,” I hear Austin’s voice, but I can’t really process what he’s saying. Lazily, I open one eye and then the other. He’s kneeling beside me, looking at me with a tired but happy smile. He’s still wearing his slick Armani, so I figure he must've arrived home from the club just now. Lately I’ve been staying at home; I’m a mom after all, and the club life isn’t really the most productive use of my time. In Austin words, I should focus on being a mother first and a businesswoman second. To be fair to him, he also considers himself a father first and a businessman second.

“Hey,” I whisper, my voice as lazy as my eyelids. God, I feel so sleepy. I must have fallen asleep in the couch. I take one quick look at the watch on my wrist—it’s 7 am—and I realize that I spent the whole night in here, huddled under a blanket. Which is good, you know? Since Anna showed up in our lives that I’ve been struggling to get a good night's sleep. Not that I’m complaining; she’s the most perfect little creature I have laid my eyes on, and every red-eyed morning is worth paying just for having her in our lives.

Oh, right, who’s Anna? you’re probably asking. She’s our baby, of course, the cute little one asleep in the crib inside our bedroom. We named her Anna after Mistress Strokes, her real name. I liked the name, and I also fell in love with the idea that I was naming my baby girl after a strong woman, one brave enough to fight for what she believes in and make a real difference in the world. A woman good enough to be a role-model to my daughter. Because my girl will grow up to be just like that, you better believe it.

It was actually a shock when the doctors told us we were having a girl. Both Austin and Strokes assumed we were having a boy, and I kinda fell for it too. I mean, who wouldn’t love to have a miniature of Austin running around? But it was a girl, not a boy. But it didn’t matter; in fact, Austin was over the moon when the doctor broke the news for us. He was delighted that there was going to be a mini-me in the house. Can you imagine him playing with dolls? Neither can I, but I’m betting that’s the kind of father he’s going to be.

“She’s still asleep?” he asks, laying a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes as I feel his mouth on me, glad that he’s finally home.

“Yeah, she slept all night.” And thank God. I really needed a few hours just to crash.

“That’s good,” he whispers more self-consciously now, making an effort not to wake Anna up.

“Yeah,” I agree, rubbing my eyes and sitting up on the couch. I don’t remember when was the last time I slept an entire night undisturbed. “How was work?”

“Crazy.”

“Like always.”

“Like always,” he repeats after me. “All the floors were packed, and some girl got into her head that she needed to go up the stage and have Maverick dance for her. She just climbed onto the stage and tackled him; can you believe it? She could have just asked.” Just another night, then. It seems that there’s always something crazy happening at Dirty Python, the hottest place in New York. No, scratch that, the hottest place in the East Coast.