One of those times when you pull your hair and scream DAMN IT I want a second chance!!!!
NONE of my clothes would come off before trying 3-4 times, I was fucking shaking the whole time, stumbling, moving way too fucking fast, forgot a lot of moves. There was only one person up at the rail for me other than the judges and he was a friend of mine.
The 2 girls before me got rained on and I walked with a dollar.
At least I pulled out some good polework, despite everything else. And I didn't fall. At least I didn't fall. I don't think it would be all that bad if I didn't know that strippers are talking shit about me as I write this (the entire audience was made up of broke youngins who I'll never see again, I don't care about them). At least the friendly girls reassured me later.
Ugh, can I just move? Lol. San Francisco's looking pretty good right now.


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