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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