Is There Something In The Genes That Makes A Stripper?
I was hanging out with my brother today waiting for a parts order in a John Deere dealership. A girl (4 or 5 years old) was waiting for her Dad who was doing the same as us. It was obvious that this little girl was destined to be a great beauty. Cute as a button and already sporting a shapely figure at such a young age! But even more astounding was the perfect stripper strut that she displayed while checking out the John Deere toys. Humming to herself and totally unselfconcious - a really charming little girl but sooooooooooo easy to see the killer she was going to be in 15 years.
I wonder if she will be a stripper?
I wonder if she will be a stripper?
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Art. with luck she will be, if her father deserts the family,and the mom starts dancing in a club to support the family. (:
I think she was copying the behavior she saw on all those STUPID singing reality shows.
From personal experience I've had three ATF's in all my years. One of the common traits each one of them had was they all had an admitted form of OCD, each to varying degrees...This was far from the most dominant aspect of their personalities, but among their traits and attributes I found it facsinating and quite frankly - loved it....Of course, it didn't hurt that they were all total package gorgeous Brunettes with large breasts and bangin bodies either ....
art thinks of it at 4-5 years?
rh46hr at 6?
I have to find a new SC list! :) :) :)
That's not to say anything about statistics. Its just my personal experience
ADD can be a real problem for
My recent experience with a dancer and civvy street was the opposite to what you are talking about. In Hawaii for a week with a Toronto dancer saw her wearing the most spectacular little string bikinis that my horniest dreams could conjure up. Our resort catered to the elderly blue rinse hairdo set. Part way through our first day at the resort the manager had a word in my ear about the old grannies complaining about my lady's attire. Out came the sarong and flowing silk top. I was wandering around without a shirt and the old biddies found my attire to be disgusting as well. I did not acquiesce. Shorts and flip-flops were my uniform for the week.