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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Where I Started But In A Different Place
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Jun 7th, 2005, 05:23 PM
I once had a stripper push me in the chest after she spent a few minutes rubbing my ass when I actually carry my wallet in my front pocket. We're walking cash registers to them, guys, and that's as it should be since they ARE at work. You want to meet a stripper then meet them outside of work or go on a slow night when they're friggin' bored. I met a stripper outside of work and enjoyed her company for a while until I figured out she was just as much a user outside the club as in. At least I didn't spend scads of tip money figuring it out. Shrug.
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