Son of a bitch! I always have to learn the hard way. First of all, I was booked at club USA. Patrick, the big fat slob of an owner who's also a greasy sleaze, treated me like shit. I didn't "hustle" (helloooooooo hookerville, all over mind you) enough and he didn't give me the benefit of the doubt considering my jet lag. Soooooo, I get sent over to Cosmos, the DEADEST club on the island I'm sure. Where as I work with a couple of crackheads, one chick's a cutter (marks up and down her arms and legs, smokes ice) and the other a pill popping alcoholic, whom, btw, calls the paramedics for crazy cutter one night after she gives her some scripts! WTF?!? I didn't make shit for cash, and I'm sorry, but the Japanese drove me nuts!!!! And a three month contract? HA! If my brother didn't buy my ticket home (thank god I'm back in WI) they would have had me out there for at least another two months. 5 total. There were days when I showed up at work and well, Miss Kay decided not to open. So I'm like, what the flying fuck? Walk back home and that only extends my stay. Ugh, and the mamasans! Pains in the asses! Wow, good to be home, deer season is around the corner, and I think I'll stick to what I know! Thanks for letting me vent!



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(It's clean and not sketchy, but just not very busy & not worth your time.)


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