My audition at Scores West called for putting on a slinky polyester outfit, fake hair and too much makeup, and then slithering around a small stage half-undressed while a belching manager stared at me. I downed three shots, got on the stage, and after 30 seconds, they hired me.
It sounds easy, but managers would make girls they had no intention of hiring dance on that same stage for up to 20 minutes. Why? Because they could. Everyone wanted to work at Scores.
Ruth Fowler is the author of the memoir "No Man's Land" (Viking).



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i miss working at scores west. there will never be any club like it again.
penthouse and hustler do not have the same vibe that scores west had in chelsea. scores west was the hottest club i ever worked at and its sad it's done and over with

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