The car accidents, the deaths in family, pets dying suddenly, the house blowing ups, on and on. Statistically if you break it down, strippers are way more likely to deal with emergencies than us regular folk. I know I’ve paid for them have the cash app receipts on my phone for how many times I had to rebuild a favorite dancers car this year. Although I never saw it repaired I trust she took it to decent mechanic because it was getting a little execissive. When I’m without a car I have to pack in like cattle on the subway so I know just how shitty it can be.
And then there’s the tears. I don’t have the stats in front of me, but I do have real world, first hand experience. I drove down to Baltimore 5 times in the last few months. And each time the stripper who I had a date with lost a family member. Both Grandmas, Mother, Brother and her Uncle Billy Bob. I can only imagine the heartache at first I was upset about driving all that way but later I understood some things are more important than my sexual pleasure. Life comes first. She asked for funeral money, and I came through and supplied. It was my duty. My honor. My turn to sacrafice.
Let’s all take a moment of silence to honor and remember those sacrifices that strippers go through everyday. Hold on, matter of fact just got another text now, another car blew up. Help is on the way baby help is on the way.
