Ugh. That's all I have to say.
This weekend's earnings are as shitty as the overflowing septic tank at Starbucks. Seriously, any coffee shop should triple the Rid-X budget. One of my relatives is a devout customer and she said it like it was common knowledge: "Everyone poops at Starbucks."
A valid point. Coffee's nickname is "poop juice."
Back to exotic dancing. But why bother talking about this shitty night? I've written the same story so many times. No bread winners for me tonight. Someone had to be traumatizing. All the guys were broke losers.
Never work stupid bowl weekend where I'm at.
About Me
- Bella Hack
- Somewhere in the south, United States
- Actively posting since 2010. At this point, I've been dancing for a few years now, and now you can see the transformation and evolution of a girl who picks dancing to pay the bills. It started with the crazy bullshit that seemed out of the ordinary until it became ordinary, now my primary focus is stripping "smarter" and finding a way to replace the income with a "real" job, and to answer any questions to those wanting to know more about the world of stripping.