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Sentimentality & Introspection

I love the Facebook feature “On This Day”; you can go back in time and see how far you’ve progressed since the previous years. It also can bring memories back you really don’t wish to relive. Today it is making me somewhat sentimental. I sometimes wonder, when I look back to the days I worked at the strip club, if the girls I worked with back then, and yes, even Queen Bee, smile when they read the funny things we used to do and share together. Maybe they even miss…

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The Good, The Bad & The Ugly (pt. 1 – Downtown)

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything about my strip club days. I have so much material, but alas, a lot of it is best in spoken, rather than written word. I want to find an illustrator who can take my voice recordings of stories and illustrate them for a YouTube video series. I’ve also given thought to a podcast, but I really like the idea of illustrated videos, in a style almost like Blank on Blank. I even have a clever title for my series, borrowing from the…

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Songs strippers ruined for me

As you can tell from the title of the post, this is a mix tape playlist of songs ruined forever to me, thanks to working at the strip clubs. When I hear these songs, I am instantly transported back to the drama and chaos of my time served at the strip club.  I reveled in the days I had good playlists of music for the day shift. Monday and Tuesday were usually Classic Rock, Wednesday was 80’s-90’s day, Thursday was classic R&B & Motown day and Friday was a free…

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Et Tu Brute? – Backstabbing Bee

    One of the most confusing and annoying things I’ve had to wrap my brain around since leaving the gritty and corrupt world of the strip club is how Queen Bee went from being my BFF to my enemy. I’ll never forget when Queen Bee and I first met. The club had just opened the doors to a day shift; I was only a house mom, working night shift. Queen Bee fluttered into the dressing room as I was setting up my stuff for the night girls. We exchanged…

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Strip Club Memories – Color Me Harold

Working at the strip club wasn’t always bad, in fact, there were a lot of good times I shared not only with the girls, but customers as well. Over this past weekend, while writing another Strip Club Follies installment, I remembered an instance where all the dancers I worked with showed kindness and compassion to a very special customer.   His name was Harold.   The first time I met Harold, he came bumbling into the club with a big smile on his face, and a backpack slung over his shoulder. He…

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