strippers

...this was why men fell in love with strippers and escorts: it wasn't the licentiousness, the dissembling, their craven willingness to do whatever you wanted. It was the way they would, out of the blue, surprise you with the psychic ability to know what you needed.

He said I'm the winning lottery ticket, like he's never meant anything more.

Are you gay, Cherie? Me, No_ I__ not anything_ I-I mean I prefer not to indulge, I stammered.__eally... how do you mean?__ell love has been an elusive story, like a fairytale adults tell children but I have never known any of it to be true. In reality it reminds me of religion. I am not sure God is real either, if God is real why do so many innocents suffer?Innocents suffer because it is their destiny to suffer.What? What does that mean?_ I__ annoyed.God has nothing to do with it. We are born into this world to experience all that is not God-like, so we can then be inspired to reach for higher spiritual goals.I have never thought of it that way before. If that is so then I must be preparing for sainthood. Am I to think that all of my suffering as a child has been to prepare me for greatness?

What good is it if they miss your face but not your mind?

She lives like tomorrow isn't coming and yesterday never happened.

She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.

Daddy is jive talkingand showering the stripperMommy is sleepwalkingwhile changing baby's diaper

Even with my bachelor__ degree, I still felt more comfortable at the strip club than anywhere else. And that feeling hit me the very first time I walked through those doors. While I initially starting dancing to avoid eviction, I stayed because I felt more at home in the strip club than I did in college, at church and at my parent__. Not only was I accustomed to feeling degraded, I believed I didn__ deserve any better or that any man would treat me better than the men at the club.

He told me he was used to getting what he wanted.

I think we should throw money at artists, not at girls who take their clothes off because they made a bad choice in life.

One of the main functions of a push-up bra is to lower the number of mothers who seem like mothers.

Around the outside of the room other beautiful women wearing little or nothing at all flitted between the infatuated, intoxicated men, sometimes luring them away for a private dance. The men would follow obediently, weighed down by lust and credit cards.

In each club we went the dancers had the same moves, none nearly as sensuous as mine on any dance floor, but because they are scantily clad and stripping off the men go nuts and throw money at them. In the largest club and the last we went to I watched one pretty girl with big boobs pull a handful of twenties in one set. I followed her to the ladies-room to learn she only danced a few rounds per night and averaged $250 every night and with my face and body she said I would bank much more.

People come to New Orleans to forget themselves and party like a pagan. They gorge themselves on exotic spicy foods and five to seven course meals, taking hours to consume. They behave badly in bars and routinely encourage their willing female counterparts to flash their tits for cheap plastic beads. Beads women would never wear anywhere else but in New Orleans become triumphant symbols of one__ insatiable allure.

I was a hip kid. When I saw Bambi it was the midnight show.