I went back to work tonight after about three weeks off and by the time I left I had gotten into it with two different customers and a dancer. That's not like me at all, but the combination of rude, broke motherfuckers and trashy lowlife dancers became too much for me to handle.
I just can't do it anymore. I don't know how I'll make ends meet, but there has to be something I can do that doesn't involve strip clubs and my body. I'm going to figure up my monthly expenses, see how much I'd need to bring in as a minimum, and start a job search.
I always thought I'd plan out the end of my dancing days, but I guess it planned for me. I'm so distraught and pissed about all of this.



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