Scenario - sitting in my favorite club today bored shitless and disappointed by the marginal talent working.
Dancer approaches me from the side asking if I want company. Trying to be smooth, after a quick glance, I say "sure, let's do four" Dances are only $10 on the floor.
The first thing I notice is the wafting meth breath. Second thing is the ill fitting cheap wig. Package is completed with a fake as shit giggly persona.
Dances were mechanical to the point of almost being painful. I started a conversation so she would stop jerking around. After three dances she stopped (thankfully) and said that was four. Relieved, I handed her $40 and couldn't hide a chuckle when she asked for a tip.
Later, a sexy Cuban saved the day of what could have been a disaster SC trip.
Someday I'll learn.


Dude. That's called give her $40 in the middle of song #1 and take the L.