We headed to a pool hall we frequent, it was league night so the only choice was dominoes and rye at the bar. After quickly running up a forty dollar tab and losing many bets while playing dominoes, I find myself walking into a small town strip club. As I walk in, grab a drink and sit down, all I can smell is whiskey, cigarettes and urine... After a few poor attempts by some money hungry girls to get us to go for a VIP dance, we headed outside for some air only to find some interesting, nay, disturbing news. While standing beside a dumpster behind the strip club, two strippers wearing nothing but lingerie in the rain, standing on a bed of cigarette butts, lip gloss and mud, informed us there were thirty two girls working that night, whether they were in the club it self, or in the coke filled apartments upstairs, thirty two girls total, all fighting for the attention, nay the money, of maybe fifteen men. Not only that, but one girl in particular was quoted as saying: "hey, if it's a slow night, I don't mind doing anal for $200"... This was still not the highlight of my night, no this happened when I asked a stripper from Montreal, "what brings you to a small town for this kind of work?".... After brief thought she replied "a driver"..... I knew then it was definitely time to leave.
The pillow feels nice after a night like this.
Devin James
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