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Lately, I have been thinking about strippers, or exotic dancers if you will. Yesterday, it came to me that all strippers are indeed man-haters, or feminazi's. This thought didn't come as a result of me going to a strip club and spending my money; I guess it came to me sitting outside of a chevron putting gas in a car. I stood there filling up the car, observing the world around me. I glanced to my left, only to see a woman walking out of the Sahara Theater, she was wearing a black tank top, and white track pants with black stripes. Her hair was platinum blonde with black streaks, or it could have been the other way around. Her breasts were large, obviously enhanced, and the expression on her face looked like one of disgust. Maybe she is disgusted with herself, or maybe of her clientel. But anyways, as I saw this girl walk across the street, I began thinking of how many men walk into that club a day. I thought, of all those men, how much money is thrown on the stage, or carefully placed between breasts, or under strings of panties. I thought of how much money is spent on lap dances, and who knows what else in the "champagne room." I thought of how many lives of men were ruined by these seductresses because they couldn't pay the rent after leaving those places. Strippers exploit men by showing them tits and ass. They were placed there by woman's groups to destroy the lives of men, by emptying their pockets. Just as I realized this, that stripper walked by the car. I felt compelled to talk to her, and as I thought of what to say, I ended up blurting out "so how much did you make today?"
She turned around and gave me the bird.
it must have been a bad shift.
She turned around and gave me the bird.
it must have been a bad shift.