My laptop took a shit about a year ago and it has made this public, mental bulimia a bit tedious to maintain. I have temporary use of one at the moment via a friend whom I am allowing to sleep on my couch, until he gets on his feet again.(And there are those who would have you believe I’m a soul-sucking, selfish cunt.)
So what’s been happening in my parfait like, multi-dimensional world.
1.) Penthouse got raided. I managed to slip out exactly one hour before a swat team busted into the building, kicked out all the clientele, arrested 7 dancers and 1 manager. Unbeknowst to me, I encountered the undercover agents not long before I left. I had stayed later than usual because my shift was a complete waste of time. There were five or six men seated by the back stairway end of the stage. They seemed a little odd but their story was believable. They were clients being treated to a night out but a gentleman trying to sell them his wine. Each of them were planning on getting a Skybox (champagne room) and wanted to know what kind of services would be provided for $1,000. I responded the same way I always do, sans bs.
“Well, that’s about two hours worth of a lap dance. Are you sure you can handle it?”, I said coyly.
“Sure, I can. Get pretty naughty up there?”, asked the well-dressed man.
“No. Not really all that naughty.”
Immediately, I was dismissed. At the time, I was irked and muttered something to effect of “asshole” under my breath as I made my way to the next available fellow.
Now there are some rumors about them handing out marked bills and that was how they identified who they were planning to arrest. One girl says she caught on to the game they were playing and attempted to leave after being handed $200 in marked bills. They caught her outside, she claims, through her into the back of an SUV and drove her to the Target parking lot down the street to wait while they went back and arrested the other girls. She thought she was being kidnapped because they didn’t tell her that they were cops and she was under arrest for theft.
Two weeks ago the club fired somewhere between 25-30 dancers, anyone who was under suspicion of prostition. Business has not been good because everyone is afraid to come in. If you’re afraid to come in, don’t do anything you could get in trouble for. It’s not difficult. I may not drive a BMW or live in a huge house but I make due without lying about my personal life or turning a single trick. Ladies, quit the shit or get a different job. Guys, go home to your wives (what the hell do you have them for if you can’t fuck’em?) or go see a real whore, as in, it’s her actual job title. Just stop fucking in the clubs!
(Yes, I realize there are more reasons for relationships than just consistant sex with a safe partner but I am one who practices and believes in “put out or get out”.)
2.) Looking for jobs. Real jobs. The kind you can put on a resume and you don’t have to lie about. It’s hard to find the right fit. I want to do something that matters to me and that I am happy to go do every day. Right now I am waiting to hear back from a portrait company. I’d be a photographer, working independently, driving from appointment to appointment, taking pictures of babies and then punching them in the face. (Just kidding. Inside joke.) I have been waiting for two weeks to hear from them, as the manager is on her Thanksgiving vacation, and I am on the edge of my seat. I want it so bad. I have been working and studying for so long. It’s about damn time I got a break. Ok kids and portraits aren’t my most favorite type of photography but at least it’s in my field.
3.) I have finally convinced my landlord to allow me to adopt a dog. It can’t weigh more than 30 lbs so that’s just perfect because I have wanted a squashed faced, curly tailed pug buddy ever since I moved out of my parents’ house and missed my mom’s pug, Mugsy. I am waiting to hear back from a few shelters right now. This also has me pacing the floors.
