When I was still fairly new to dancing when I was working at a club where the g-strings were so small they were almost non existent, this club happened to have a very tall pole (it went upstairs as well to the champagne room lofts) that had alot of blacklights & other lights around it, I was going pee when I heard them call me to set so I ran out, and halfway though sometime tells me my string was hanging out.. ugh, definitely went home after that, lol.
Another day, I'd drank WAYYYY too much, and at that club we had really heaven wooden bathroom doors, either way I must of opened the door into my head, or stood up into a paper towel dispenser (I'm still not sure), but when I walked back into the dressing room people started freaking out. I'd spit my head clean open and had had no idea, lol.. I'm talking blood EVERYWHERE, especially because I'd been drinking. My bright self however cleaned up, left work, and went to another bar lol, instead of the hospital. I'm just glad I went to the dressing room first and not on stage or the floor, lol.



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I would usually not come back for a couple days to give someone else a chance to fuck up!

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