It's half term here in England, the first half term of the school year, and in the strange world of the West End, it's always the quietest week.
The parents are at home, struggling to cope with the reality of having the kids around all day, every day, and the masses without responsibilities stay in too; Halloween is days away, and next to Christmas & the August Bank Holiday, it's a HUGE party weekender. Plus no-one has got used to the cold and rain yet, and it will take until mid-November till people ignore the weather and go out regardless.
Of course, just coz the punters stop coming in doesn't mean that us exotic dancers stay at home too.
Nah, we still turn up in droves....
if you go to a stripclub in London this week you will have your pick, there will be ten beautiful girls to your one man (or woman!)
I'd say go down and support a stripper, but I'm getting the hell out of dodge and going on an impromptu holiday to Italy to see the sights and a few friends. It's been a crappy week moneywise and rather than losing my curves to stress I'm gonna go eat hot steaming plates of creamy carbs, drink red wine till it dribbles down my chin and remember how sensitive my teeth are sucking on my gelato ( teeth whitening - you need pearly gnashers to be a smily stripper but that bleach makes them as sensitive as an octogenarians)
As they say in Italy, ciao!
The parents are at home, struggling to cope with the reality of having the kids around all day, every day, and the masses without responsibilities stay in too; Halloween is days away, and next to Christmas & the August Bank Holiday, it's a HUGE party weekender. Plus no-one has got used to the cold and rain yet, and it will take until mid-November till people ignore the weather and go out regardless.
Of course, just coz the punters stop coming in doesn't mean that us exotic dancers stay at home too.
Nah, we still turn up in droves....
if you go to a stripclub in London this week you will have your pick, there will be ten beautiful girls to your one man (or woman!)
I'd say go down and support a stripper, but I'm getting the hell out of dodge and going on an impromptu holiday to Italy to see the sights and a few friends. It's been a crappy week moneywise and rather than losing my curves to stress I'm gonna go eat hot steaming plates of creamy carbs, drink red wine till it dribbles down my chin and remember how sensitive my teeth are sucking on my gelato ( teeth whitening - you need pearly gnashers to be a smily stripper but that bleach makes them as sensitive as an octogenarians)
As they say in Italy, ciao!
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