2 years ago I saw a dancer named Miami a couple of times. Then she quit the biz. No reason she'd remember me.
Today I'm at the club. "Coming up next.....Miami." I go to stage and it sort of looks like her, but not. Dark hair instead of blonde. Heavier. Maybe it's just the 2 years. Then she takes off the dress....and the boobs, I'd know the boobs anywhere.
So when she comes over, I ask if she's the same Miami who used to dance here. She says no, but then says "did she have dark hair?" I say no, blonde. Then she says "did she look like me?" I say, sort of, but the boobs are identical. She leans down and whispers in my ear, "you're the first one who has recognized me. I'm not letting people know I used to work here."
I said, "but you're using the same name." She says, oh yeah, that's right! She never did seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed.
Does this whole story even make any sense?



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