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Nothing says "I'm not a hooker" like crocheting…

May 2nd, 2007 · No Comments

For some reason every guy I’ve talked to for the last couple days wants me to come to their room for a hundred bucks. I’ve got nothing against prostitution, but these guys are presumptuous and persistent and I’m starting to get pissed. Here’s a couple conversations I’ve had about a million times in the last few days.

Me, on stage, dancing.
Him: Hey girl, what’s your room number?
Me: Would you like a lapdance?
Him: Are you staying at the Super 8? Travel Host?
Me: I work out of the lapdance area only… would you like a lapdance?
Him: Huh? Where are you staying?

Or,

Him: What’s it take to get inside that? (pointing between my legs)
Me: *giggle* Sorry honey, I’m not professional, I’m just recreational.
Him: Three hundred?
Me: Fuck off.

Seriously, these are the times that I’m really glad I’m a stripperella and not a McDonalds employee, where you have to put up with peoples bullshit and not be rude to them.

I even had this conversation last night…

Him: So you’re at the Stupid 8, right? What’s your room number?
Me: Um, do you have a dollar? Cause if your gonna sit at my stage you need to tip.
Him: No I don’t. What’s your room number?
Me: It’s none of your business.
Him: Oh, no one told you? I’m y’alls pimp. I’m in charge of your finances.
Me: You’re deluded. Seek help.

What the hell are these people thinking?

So I got out my crocheting and sat at the bar hooking (with a crochet hook, that is) and waiting for a good regular customer. And some guy walks up to me and says, “hey girl, what’s your room number?”

Gah.

Tags: Stripping · The day-to-day of it all

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  • 1 shamana // May 2, 2007 at 4:54 pm

    Gah!
    what morons!

    sorry to hear about vista problems. that really stinks!
    what are you making these days in the world of stiching?

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