You worked in Canada? I was located at stripper Mecca, southern ON. You know.

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Shiseido Urban Environment Tinted UV Protector has been my go-to for almost a year. It doesn’t have that weird,…

We were over the moon when he first came into office. We even made tshirts.

Please, if only to save yourself some embarrassment, do quit lobbing the same decimating ‘snowflake’ insult over and over and over at us pearl-clutching liberals. It makes you sound like the less-creative cousin of sentient planaria. Once you learn them, you intellectually curious creature you, you’ll find you can…

Once I was in an elevator with Master T.

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My husband and I have a very special secret language where we make up and combine words on the spot instead of speaking individual words in sentences like some sort of goddamn Luddite. It's an art, especially if it's to sound like a proper English facsimile of a word. Wordscimile.

:) Thank you :)

I'm willing to bet there were a lot of similarities!

Def not attracted to the dudes who drool over us, or really anyone who walks in there. How exactly does that make us "gay as hell" tho? I like to call it being business-minded and having self-preservation.

Yup. Fat stacks or GTFO.

That sucks. It's true, the cold vibes be strong in there. I drank a LOT when I first started to get over it. A lot of the girls are not fucking around, they are here to make money, and when they see someone who looks like they don't belong, you'd better believe a lot of them will do what they can to let them know it.…

No. I stopped dancing cuz I turned into a dry, withered shadow of myself. I wasn't built for dancing; hustling is a language I don't speak. I was a goddamn disaster by the end, and it took years to build my sense of self back up again. It's more of a humorous talking point now (or at least it would be if I ever told…

Oh, I get you. I'm all at work now and fairly distracted. Whoops!

Sorry, what did I point out?

That's so sweet. When can I move my stuff in?

I forgot about that! Yes, I charged double, but only because I couldn't charge triple. The girls were the ones whose hands you had to watch. They had the idea that their having their own vag was a get-out-of-jail-free card they could exchange for honking the bird (running out of euphemisms here).

I JUST downloaded that song two days ago! I missed the Bey train several times, but better late than never! I'll have to watch the video and get back to you. I trust your observations are correct. Or else...

You're a good man, and thorough.

Yeah, I'm sure there are lots of perfectly reasonable and friendly lady customers at clubs. I always seemed to get the bad apples, I guess, and the wilder partiers, maybe more than other strippers? That was my experience, anyway.