The fact that I know without a doubt that if it came down to it I could make a perfectly good living taking my clothes off is the only thing that keeps me from going crazy when i think about how i don't have a job yet.
I have a couple friends who stripped their way through college, my ex is a stripper, and as a result i know most of the strippers in this city. Now, I don't really want to grow up and be a stripper. I'd like a real job. The kind where I wear clothes. but the clothing isn't the hard part of stripping for me, it's the part where i have to pretend to like people....it's like sales. but worse. if they don't like the saleslady they might still buy the shirt, but if they don't like the stripper, they aren't buying a dance.
Let me be the third to say I agree with you about that song. And I do the same thing with people's names when I first meet them, in fact it happened today: This girl Jeny at work introduced her boyfriend to me as, what I thought I heard "Chet". I was about to say "Nice to meet you, Chet" but I hesitated. Turns out his name is Trent, and I'm glad I didn't say anything besides "hey".
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I have a couple friends who stripped their way through college, my ex is a stripper, and as a result i know most of the strippers in this city. Now, I don't really want to grow up and be a stripper. I'd like a real job. The kind where I wear clothes. but the clothing isn't the hard part of stripping for me, it's the part where i have to pretend to like people....it's like sales. but worse. if they don't like the saleslady they might still buy the shirt, but if they don't like the stripper, they aren't buying a dance.
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