We talk often of folks taking in illegals in their own homes but what about strippers.
Recently a man showed up at my door, all cholo'd out, neck tattoos, bandana, the whole thing. He went by the name, Rey Proxeneta. He asked me if I could do him a solid and house a van full of dancers, about a dozen of them. He'd pick them up nightly, and I'd get a hefty cut. For years I've been visiting the strip clubs and now right in my lap, the strip club visits me. Deal.
Rey mentioned to me that many of these strippers had many a drug charge, and if the law were to show up at my door, I wouldn't know anything. I swore an oath to protect these women, think of me as the Harriet Tubman of the underground SC world. I would put them up in my attic, and I think we're just gonna Anne Frank this whole thing. The best part: all the neighbors think I am a SEX GOD now.
Let's just pretend this isn't comedy. The last guy I years of took a stripper on because she had housing issues got robbed. Obviously that's just one custie and one dancer, but anyone contemplating this should take a step back and seriously think about opening up their home to more than just a pump n' go.