ATLANTA — The stripper’s name is “Diamond.”

Petite and pretty, she is dangerous with those flirty, long lashes.

She canvases the room in 6-inch stilettos and a black fishnet dress that hug her delicate curves. But she looks timid, a touch insecure and far younger than her 31 years.

While buxom beauties and leggy ladies take turns gyrating on the three poles erected on stage, “Diamond” searches for what she craved: Time. Attention. Money.

She had traveled from Kentucky, having spent $1,300 on this calculated trek to a temporary home: Onyx, a mainstay of Atlanta’s gentlemen club scene. But as she scans the half-filled room Friday evening, “Diamond” begins to have doubts.

“Now I’m wondering if I picked the wrong club,” she whispers, covering her mouth with her hand.

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Exotic dancers from every coast and corner of the country — including small, East coast cities like Manassas, Virginia — descended on The ATL this past week with a very specific intention: A Super Bowl experience of a different kind. And in Atlanta, where “Magic City Mondays” are a rite of passage for some, young women arrived with lofty expectations.

The main objective: Get paid. By the thousands.

While Centennial Olympic Park and local streets, like Marietta and Peachtree, were overrun with football fans by day, popular clubs like Onyx, Magic City, Follies and Allure (just to name a few), were banking on the insatiable sexual appetites of tourists.

Forty-eight hours before the New England Patriots and Los Angeles Rams will square off in Super Bowl LIII, a famous Southern rapper, a collection of current and former NFL players, and young dancers congregate in close quarters for the night.

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But while the influx of out-of-town performers provide more options for strip-club customers, it also created a stressful and chaotic environment for some.

“Oh my God, everybody’s trying to come from all 50 states,” said Onyx house mom, Sabrena, one of the women charged with hiring and managing the dancers. “Everybody wants to come work. Everyone’s looking at it like it’s a gold mine. It’s been hectic because you can only hire so many girls.”

‘I ain’t eat for two days’

Sabrena is starving. She’s also more than an hour behind schedule.

It’s after 10 p.m. on Friday, and the venue is starting to fill up more quickly. But the order of the dancers has yet to be finalized.

“I’m sooo behind,” she said in a fatigued, exasperated tone, as she searches for her favorite pen underneath stacks of paper on her desk. “… I ain’t eat for two days.”

Sitting in a cramped corner of the dressing room, she refocuses her attention on the tasks at hand: Completing the dance order, scrutinizing everyone’s outfits (as well as their ashiness) before they hit the stage, and collecting the white plastic bags filled with dollar bills that have been quickly swept off the floor.

Onyx’s current roster of dancers has dipped down to about 70, Sabrena said. But in the lead-up to Super Bowl week, she said she received “700 requests” to work. She hired 100 women, fully expecting half of them not to show for one reason or another.

“I don’t want no more than 100 girls, period,” she said.

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But the pulsating bass reverberating through the speakers is no match for the frenetic energy inside the dressing room.

About 15 women, some half-naked, others fully nude, cram around a long table with a double-sided mirror in the center of the room. Weaves, brightly dyed wigs and low-cut fades adorn women of all sizes — from the well-endowed to the athletically built. Some primp for their next performance. Others, donning clear platform heels or open-toe ankle boots with fringe tassels, stop to check in with Sabrena. They grab a peppermint, a stick of gum or a Milky Way Mini out of the glass candy dish on her desk, then exit toward the music and hookah smoke.

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