Reality Is Harsh
I’m sexy. I know I am. I’ve been told this my entire life, yet somehow, the first club I went to completely dissed me. I walked in, and the doorman promptly informed me they had just had a job fair–LOL, a tittie bar had a job fair–, and I could go ahead and fill out an application. Then they dismissed me.
Not to be discouraged, I went to another place a few blocks away and received what I understand is one of the biggest insults a dancer can receive: they would allow me to work the day shift until I got my body in better shape.
Damn.
Well, I do have two children. I’ll take it.
I love to dance, I love to be naked, and I love money. I know there’s a sin in there somewhere. I’ll have to ask my priest what it is next time I go to confession.
