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At Club X there was this stripper Sandra who was one of those straight out of MAXIM models, but you know...also had a 13 year daughter, wanted to get a tit job before starting to date again. She was somewhere in the middle of the continuum of workers who pretended like the hundreds of dollars scrunched into their purses after overnight shifts came from 'legitimate adult entertainment" and those of us who would leave a trail of condoms behind us on our path to the privates room.
Sandra was remarkable because she could actually really fucking dance. I never lost my desire to be the best stripper at work, despite the theatre being majority used by closeted gay men for hook ups, men who would shield their eyes or leave to the bathroom during shows.
Because of my competitive urges I would always watch Sandra's shows to pick up moves, but then would just get so enraptured that I could only stand there half naked babbling at just how GOOD she was, Phil would put special lighting on her and she would slide in and out of red and yellow shadows.
She often danced to this song, which I could never ever find the name of, but now I have. And the film clip is A-MAZ-ING
Sandra was remarkable because she could actually really fucking dance. I never lost my desire to be the best stripper at work, despite the theatre being majority used by closeted gay men for hook ups, men who would shield their eyes or leave to the bathroom during shows.
Because of my competitive urges I would always watch Sandra's shows to pick up moves, but then would just get so enraptured that I could only stand there half naked babbling at just how GOOD she was, Phil would put special lighting on her and she would slide in and out of red and yellow shadows.
She often danced to this song, which I could never ever find the name of, but now I have. And the film clip is A-MAZ-ING
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