Okay, so I did that whacked out color quiz thing. But? I'm not posting that shit. Why? Too accurate. Scared me shitless, yo. And that's personal crap you all don't get to see. Moving on
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Indeed. Which would have hurt me when I was still in college, some of my best customers were into feet. I had one very sweet boy who would pay for a private dance just to watch me take off my shoes. Not a bad way to earn two hundred dollars.
He was very sweet and harmless, but that was in the first club I ever worked at. When I moved on to a nicer one, they were a bit more careful about checking the customers at the door.
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