I wish this story had a happy ending--like I turned around and told them how much God loved them and gave them hope and they were rescued. But I didn't, they didn't, and it doesn't. The more I've thought about it, the sadder their stories get. How much they must hurt behind the facade. How hopeless their lives must feel. How much they just want to be loved...really loved.
I guess you don't have to be a stripper to want that. I see people every day who I know a lot better than those girls who want the same thing--to be loved for who we are, not for what someone can get from us. God loves us like that. We're to love others like that. When we do, everyone will know that we're followers of Jesus. When we do.