Originally Posted by
PrettyCurlieQ
A few weeks ago, I was having a drink with a customer, and he was asking me about myself. Life story blah blah blah. I was telling the TRUTH and then he goes off on me because 'every stripper tells the sad life story'. I was being fucking honest. I haven't lived with my parents since I was 15, I've taken care of myself, gotten into University with bad ass grades, etc. I think that's a great story, that I haven't died or ended up living in a cardboard box on the street, right? He got up and left the fucking club because he was tired of 'all the dancers' bullshit to get pity money'.