You know all my life growing up, I've been elbow to elbow in packed strip clubs. Ladies hiding out in the dressing room. Hotties on the lockdown by their regulars. Music to loud to have a conversation. Unable to get a word edgewise.
But then it dawned me...
I had noticed girls walking to and from their place of work, unaccompanied, alone, and unmoored by the ills of the strip club. This would be a perfect time to swoop in and make an offer. Build those bridges and rapports that Subraman talks about. Have a CF to call my very own.
So the last few nights I've been waiting in my car in dark alleys next to club watching girls come and go. When I see one I like, I emerge, run over and strike, well I mean shoot your shot as they say. I have noticed once I'm charging that strippers tend to pick up the pace too and have made it in the club each time. But one of these days they'll trip, fall and then they'll be all mine, oh they be all mine.


LOL