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Strip Clubbed to Death
Joe Washington and I were lifting weights in his ghetto apartment. We were doormen at a strip club straddling Compton and Gardena in Los Angeles. Rio Gentleman’s Club. Joe was getting his buff on,...
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The Sober Strip Club Manager; A Vanishing Breed
Hey Ma, look at me now! I hated working at the strip club on Sundays. Sundays are sad enough. Strip clubs are even sadder. A strip club on a Sunday is as sad as it gets. The refuse that washes up...
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I Sold Out To The Mann.
I slammed the door in front of him causing him to run into it with his chocolate shake. He smashed the cup right into his jacket, and now the ice cream was running down into his pants. At first, when...
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My Favorite Stripper.
Let me know when you’re ready for a lap dance, player. I’ve managed to meet a few exotic dancers over the course of my life, but she holds a special place. For some reason, I always get to thinking...
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My Brother Strip Club Gladiator
Being of service to my brother bouncer. Decided I’d pick a random picture out of a pile and write about it. What can I say? I’m desperate for topics. Okay. This one should be easy. Me and Joe....
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