Now hat I am at a keyboard: I wasn't in as good shape as I thought and couldn't drive around, so I had to go back in and let the alcohol run its course. A dancer I'd met before, one whose dances are at best PG, dropped by and insisted on chatting. I felt like I owed her something for that. Bottom line: I walked in with 500 and left with 458 after spending 40 on conversation and a couple of singles on stage tips to remind my dick-grabbing friend that I was interested. She kept looking at me when she was on stage, but she must have gotten a better offer.
I'm pretty sure that, except for A*****, you guys are making all this shit up.
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