Most place I have worked, and some of these places, (it would be too kind to call it nice places) had music or some resemblence to such, would have been a luxury to pick your music. Heck, one place had a "Critic's Chocie"nights, where a girl would go on stage, do her number, and the audience would either give her an ovation, or throw beer cans at her.
I kid you not! When I saw what was going on, I almost bolted. I finished anyway. Needless to say, I never went back. Oh well, my last night off. Go back to the grind tomorrow night. I can hear the music calling.



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I don't fuck to music. Ever. But if I did, I would prefer to do it to the music I play at work. Yep. My work music style matches my fuck style. You bet. And it most definitely works for me.
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