I’m hanging out at the strip club one day and ask one of the dancers for a dance. She says “Sure let me just go the the dressing room real quick” Minutes later I see her changed and leaving for the parking. I pursue. Outside she is sprinting, this must be how she maintains her outstanding figure. I sprint aswell yelling at her “HEYYY! HEY STOP! WAIT! YOU FORGOT MY DANCE!!! HEYYYY!!!!!” but apparently she didn’t hear me. She hops in her car and speeds off. When I say speeds I’m talking 120+ on I-35. Dominic Torreto shit. But ofcourse I’m right on her tail. She pulls into the local police station and enters. I could not continue my pursuit at this point due to being arrested many a time. I was able to stake out in the tree for a few hours though nothing.
If anyone knows the wheareabouts of the dancer Coconuts 🥥 from San Antonio or her schedule I need you to contact me immediately. Thank You.
Oh boy gotta love the chase in the name of love. And then the wait. And then the watching. Then the endless stalking. And then the living out of white van. Sigh It’s just the we live our lives.
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