well that was a fuckin terrible friday
Before I auditioned as a stripper, I was warned by a few friends and other dancers to prepare myself for the huge array of stupid questions I would constantly be asked on a nightly basis. “Would you go out with me? Can I have your number? Do you do ‘things’ outside the club?” I remember…
all of this. this is the shit i try to tell people. especially certain ones. argggg
this bottle please
omg what kind of person took this picture I’m kinda scared but I think I want to be their friend
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will never know why this is so funny