Begin rant:
No, dancing three months does not mean you know everything. Please stop giving me advice I did not ask for. Especially critiquing my stage work when you jerk around on the stage like a beached whale. No I will not buy coke off you. I do Not
care that it's top shelf. Also, stop talking shit on girls over petty things. No you are not the house mom. Stop. Leave me alone and stop ruining my hustle by following me around. And don't you ever step up to the tip rail while I am dancing on stage. Are you fucking crazy?
/end rant.
sorry ladies, not a soul knows about my job and I do not talk about other dancers to dancers I work with. I ha to let it out before I scream in this girls face. Anyone had to deal with a girl like this?



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