A stripper, whom I had seen only once in the club, came to my house on the day before Christmas. We ate the osso bucco I had prepared and drank some drinks. When we started our fun, I saw a tattoo that I had missed in the darkness of the strip club VIP booth. The tattoo on inner thigh said, "Joie de vivre." In tattoos, truth.
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Bravo, you found a cultured stripper.
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