TUCSON TRIP
NOODLES went to visit his invalid friend in Tucson. He spent the day with her and then decided to stop by Raider's Reef since he was "in the neighborhood." NOODLES felt kind of bad cutting things short with his friend to hit a titty bar, but NUZZLER assured him things were okay:
"Dude, it was cool of you to spend like three hours with a good friend. That earns you at least 7 hours at Raider's Reef"
At the Reef, NOODLES saw GDJR. Now a veteran stripper, GDJR was dispensing advice to a newcomer that was down on herself for a lack of tips during her recent stage performances.
GDJR: "Honey, it's not how you look but how you do it."
NOODLES: "There's definitely some validity in that in this business"
NOODLES fell quickly in love with his waitress, who also did Stages, BABY...a hard bodied Vietnamese girl wearing near glasses and rocking that poo-nany out with reckless abandon. GDJR insisted she didn't have a personal touch when it came to her lap dances, but NOODLES supported her by explaining some guys weren't necessarily here for an emotional connection and wrapping her legs around your face at warp speed trumped most things.
NOODLES left to see WAYOUT, who had just secured an apartment on the East Side after picking himself up off the ground following his Russia excursion. NOODLES was staying the night there and noted the one-bedroom apartment lacked a bed. Or really much of anything. There was a folding table, a laptop, some sheets, some boxes, and a pair of binoculars on top of the refrigerator. WAYOUT insisted only the laptop (for porn) and the binoculars were necessities.
After a brief stop at the Cactus Moon, which was still pumping, NOODLES stopped off at a Circle K with WAYOUT. There were 10 cop cars across the street. NOODLES asked the clerk what was going on. There had been a report of a drunk man wandering an apartment complex threatening people holding a shotgun. NOODLES felt scared and vowed to take WAYOUT to the nearest indoor facility with security for safety.
It just so happened that was the Raider's Reef right next door.
There, NOODLES met a really smart stripper and had another classic exchange.
NOODLES: So where you live at?
STRIPPER: Marana.
NOODLES: How do you like living in Marana?
STRIPPER: I love it. It's awesome because you can burn stuff and nobody catches you.
NOODLES: Wow. That is an interesting factor to consider when moving somewhere.
STRIPPER: Yeah, it's pretty cool.
NOODLES, more out of fear, got a dance from her and sent her on her way.
WAYOUT had never been to a strip club before (although he had been to brothels, sex clubs, and donkey shows).
WAYOUT: I've heard about this one strip club in Texas where you can pay extra for a Friction Dance
NOODLES: Dude, trust me. A Friction Dance is the default dance in Tucson. Welcome to Heaven.
"Dude, it was cool of you to spend like three hours with a good friend. That earns you at least 7 hours at Raider's Reef"
At the Reef, NOODLES saw GDJR. Now a veteran stripper, GDJR was dispensing advice to a newcomer that was down on herself for a lack of tips during her recent stage performances.
GDJR: "Honey, it's not how you look but how you do it."
NOODLES: "There's definitely some validity in that in this business"
NOODLES fell quickly in love with his waitress, who also did Stages, BABY...a hard bodied Vietnamese girl wearing near glasses and rocking that poo-nany out with reckless abandon. GDJR insisted she didn't have a personal touch when it came to her lap dances, but NOODLES supported her by explaining some guys weren't necessarily here for an emotional connection and wrapping her legs around your face at warp speed trumped most things.
NOODLES left to see WAYOUT, who had just secured an apartment on the East Side after picking himself up off the ground following his Russia excursion. NOODLES was staying the night there and noted the one-bedroom apartment lacked a bed. Or really much of anything. There was a folding table, a laptop, some sheets, some boxes, and a pair of binoculars on top of the refrigerator. WAYOUT insisted only the laptop (for porn) and the binoculars were necessities.
After a brief stop at the Cactus Moon, which was still pumping, NOODLES stopped off at a Circle K with WAYOUT. There were 10 cop cars across the street. NOODLES asked the clerk what was going on. There had been a report of a drunk man wandering an apartment complex threatening people holding a shotgun. NOODLES felt scared and vowed to take WAYOUT to the nearest indoor facility with security for safety.
It just so happened that was the Raider's Reef right next door.
There, NOODLES met a really smart stripper and had another classic exchange.
NOODLES: So where you live at?
STRIPPER: Marana.
NOODLES: How do you like living in Marana?
STRIPPER: I love it. It's awesome because you can burn stuff and nobody catches you.
NOODLES: Wow. That is an interesting factor to consider when moving somewhere.
STRIPPER: Yeah, it's pretty cool.
NOODLES, more out of fear, got a dance from her and sent her on her way.
WAYOUT had never been to a strip club before (although he had been to brothels, sex clubs, and donkey shows).
WAYOUT: I've heard about this one strip club in Texas where you can pay extra for a Friction Dance
NOODLES: Dude, trust me. A Friction Dance is the default dance in Tucson. Welcome to Heaven.