I liked this stripper story. It seemed gritty and real.
"On my way out, I think about the coke in my purse and what it delivers: tingling teeth and the vacant, watery-eyed emotional distance. Vague horniness. No appetite. Coke wasn’t my thing, meth was, but I realize that for some girls, numbness is key to excelling here. Stripping is not only physically taxing but requires a knack for seducing and mauling strangers—ingesting their hostile sadness and offering kindness and boobs."


Gee she didn’t even mention huffing computer screen cleaner. Guess that trick hasn’t tapered down to those aristocratics in San Francisco