i like my new job on the east end. at the end of the day i literally ride (my bicycle) off into the sunset. my working atmosphere is replete with internecine war and psycho drama and the pay is good.
well i still dance part-time (i.e. when i feel like it) and I had been slumming it over at zanzibar, where the setting is shabby, but there is never a want for customers. i was considering your bar the night that crack pot opened fire - insane. were you there? the only reason i didn't was because i wasn't sure if the manager would recognize me as having been vetted & the big hassle it seems to be to get on the dance roster there, which i wasn't in the mood for...
i have to go to the zanz to finally meet you? i bet i don't get five steps inside the front door before an ex-rail dancer points me out to door staff and i get turfed. LOL.
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