Best of both worlds
It had been a good, but not great, night. Nothing really unique stood out so far, and I was ready to pack it in.
Just then a young blonde I hadn't seen before came walking my way. I waved her over, and we chatted for a few minutes. There was something very familiar about her, but I couldn't quite place it. Even so, I found myself suggesting we try a dance in the VIP section.
As we waited for a room to open, her familiarity continued to gnaw at me, and my curiosity finally got the best of me:
Me: "So who do people say you look like?"
Her: (Smiling) "I get Hannah Montana all the time - do you know who that is?"
Me: "Why, yes I do."
Her: "Ok, well, you said you want the nude VIP?"
Me: "Yes, yes I do."
Just then a young blonde I hadn't seen before came walking my way. I waved her over, and we chatted for a few minutes. There was something very familiar about her, but I couldn't quite place it. Even so, I found myself suggesting we try a dance in the VIP section.
As we waited for a room to open, her familiarity continued to gnaw at me, and my curiosity finally got the best of me:
Me: "So who do people say you look like?"
Her: (Smiling) "I get Hannah Montana all the time - do you know who that is?"
Me: "Why, yes I do."
Her: "Ok, well, you said you want the nude VIP?"
Me: "Yes, yes I do."
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