I walk in the door of that seedy club every Thursday night - sometimes more often. The bouncer nods and waves me past as that sweet hypnotic aroma floods the air and my lungs. The lights dart back and forth over the breasts of a woman named S as she dances rhythmically to the music that I've heard so many times. As she bends and slides herself
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No matter what happens in a strip club, you will always want ice-cold water and a napkin. I never use the napkin, but it's good to think about it. When you drink a bottle of water that is at roughly 32 degrees, while standing in a 78 degree club rich with people, that bottle will make your fingers freeze. Unless you have talked with one of the ladies, your cold, now damp hands, are now the hands of clammy stranger and that... always seems disgusting.
I don't use a napkin. Dallas is always needing to cool down, and inevitably we always seem to get warmed up when near each other. Whether we're talking in the club, or making out heatedly in a back room.... ice cold finger tips... can be refreshing.
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to be clear, money wasn't changing hands.
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that's really amazing that you could be there for that woman.
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