Well I was going to start my tour of "Strip Club Junkies" by kicking it off visiting FBR at his club, The Living Room, in Ohio. I sent my pics, a nice little note, and waited for a call. No call, hmm, alright, I'll call them and set it up. Told to ask for Mike. Ended up calling three or four times, first couple his boss was outta town and he needed him to ok shit. Last time I called he seemed busy and annoyed, stating it wasn't a good time ( he'd get back to me, yeah, right!) and proceeded to practically hang up on me.
Now first off, why would I be told to go thru Mike for bookings, only to have him tell me he needed to go thru someone else? Bull. They're yanking my chain. If you don't want to book me, SAY SO! Don't screw with me! Bastards.
Sorry FBR! Unless I check out a different club in town and you want to pop in, I won't be visiting! Sorry!Next stop, Illinois. Big Daddy and Happy Camper, here I come!



Next stop, Illinois. Big Daddy and Happy Camper, here I come!
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I just mentioned you to Miss D yesterday and she thought you were coming. I dont get it. Lucky break for HC and BigDaddy.

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I wouldn't have helped if I were her. LOL.
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. After playtime is over, I plan to interrogate her with extreme prejudice to gain info on her involvement LOL What do you suggest? Drilling her teeth without novocaine? Extracting her nails with pliers? Or maybe the Chinese water torture? Could be fun 

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