an old nasty guy last night came up to me and struck up a convo. he was like " so why don't you get a real job?"
i was annoyed and tired, so i came back with " ooohh my job isn't real? good to know, i sure do enjoy all my buckets of fake money. i perform a service and get paid for it, what's your definition of a job? i have a real job, thanks".
to my surprise, he was like " i want a dance from you, meet me at the bar in 5 min"..and i managed to get 250 out of him. he was as big of a disgusting loser as i thought , but I'm enjoying spending the money he gave me

another time this stuck up kid said " look at that girl onstage..i see so many pretty girls doing this job, surprisingly"
i was like " why the hell are you here then, to look at ugly girls? is that what you wanted to see? cuz yeah, a pretty girl couldn't POSSIBLY want to do this job right? wtf are you talking about" he was like " uh idk,i just mean" bla bla bla. i didn't even care, stuck up little prick.
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