Remember that time in college when we had no money left at the end of the month because we spent it all on booze and hookers the weekend before so we decided to try out for Amateur Night at the Gold Club? You made a grand pole-dancing that night, and I'll never forget how, despite The Syphilis Incident, I ended up finding the career I was made for in giving lap dances to drunken businessmen.
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Yep, those were the days!
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