People think strip clubs are glitter, slow-motion hair flips, and Lana Del Rey playing softly while mystical women float around in heels. Those people have clearly never been inside a stripper locker room. A stripper locker room is less glamour and more Lord of the Flies with lip gloss. I’
It started like any other night— dim lighting, infatuation, pent up sexual tension and me already knowing I was about to do entirely too much. Because when I like someone? I don’t flirt… I escalate. I came in with energy…..Confidence, and A slightly concerning level of enthusiasm. At
If you ask my family why my brother and I don’t speak anymore, eventually someone will mention a night called Black Eye Friday. The details change depending on who’s telling it, but the story always includes the same ingredients: too many drinks, a sister-in-law who had been side-eyeing
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