Comments by Dudester (page 52)

Dick, If she was interested in you, the OTC price would be 200, not one thousand.

A couple of months ago I was in a club where five of the dancers looked like anorexia victims, a definite turnoff. Although I admire and like thin, I prefer a healthy thin to exposed ribs. My preference-she's 4'10" to 5'1", 100-120 pounds, skin porcelain white to caramel, A to C cup breasts. Long dark hair, or sassy bob. Barefoot, sneakers, or flats (HATE platforms). Simple costume-bikini or two piece teddy.

Where does this savior complex come from? Bit of history-the United States, isolated from a european continent that had known more than an eon of war, tried in the early 20th century, to avoid yet, another, european war. But when US shipping and trade suffered, we jumped in, both feet, and fully involved ourselves in the war. Twenty years later, again, we tried, again, to avoid, yet another, european war. When Japan sucked us in, we contributed 100 percent of our national effort to end the war. Our heroes include The Lone Ranger, John Wayne, and Dirty Harry. We eat, sleep, and live being the White Knight. It is what we do. You might as well ask us why we breathe.

Just legalize, regulate, and tax prostitution and: 1) Pimps put out of business 2) Street violence drop 3) STD's drop 4) State coffers will runneth over and taxes drop

She's not my type. I prefer a demure, girl next door type.

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Doctor humor.

Bela Lugosi fell in love with his Dracula character and he wanted to spend his entire career playing Dracula. Likewise with Roger Moore and 007. Judy Garland, the gay icon, became so because she felt that her life was spent playing a character instead of just being herself. There were a number of actors who played roles that they forever were linked with them, such as Leonard Nimoy as Star Trek's Spock. A couple of years after the original series ended, he wrote a book called "I am NOT Spock", in which he tried to distance himself from the character. That didn't set well with Trekkers and a couple of years later, like the other members of the cast, he embraced his space character.

They're not strippers, but noticed a real odd couple pairing once. One roomate, a dumpy mishapen woman with half a left arm, clubfoot, and curved spine. She was smart, but only a high school graduate who worked as a typesetter. Her roomate-an extremely attractive blonde, late 20's, who was a ear, nose, and throat specialist (doctor). The dumpy one held on to her friend with a psychological death grip. OTC Gal-not roomates, but OTC Gal was smart, thin, and beautiful, but her BFF was like 100 pounds overweight, and just plain stupid. OTC Gal often believed her BS and did stupid things because of her, like leaving St. James for a few months to make less than a third of that in a dumpy hole in the wall shithole. BFF also told OTC Gal that New Mexico was a foreign country with drug cartels, kidnappings, and gun battles in the streets.

1) Fake i.d. 2) Lax management

Doug said:"I have absolutely no need to flame anyone who doesn't flame me first." OK, read my blog-the Pervert's Film Library. You flamed me big time and not once did I mention you. I could search this discussion list and find all kinds of places where you flamed people. You do have anger issues and you frequently lash out at people here. You started this thread flaming somebody and you said you don't flame unprovoked. BTW, I did have seven years of counseling and therapy for anger issues. It had to do with repeated childhood abuse, horrible things I saw while in Special Forces, and some other stuff. So, if you can't afford a shrink, do what I did-go to a church and say "I need help. Can you help me?"

Doug, Have you ever considered seeing a shrink about your temper, your need to flame people, and as the above boldly points out-that you hold grudges? Seriously, you have some anger isues and you shold seek help. I accept that you'll probably respond with some angry "go fuck yourself" response, but until you stop living in denial and seek help on your anger issues...... Of course, then, you might find out something about yourself and that frightens you.

My second ATF felt that he had a total exclusive on me. She had people at the club watch for me and if I came in on her day off, they would call her and she'd come in. It became a HUGE turn off when she no longer supplied extras. She wouldn't give me any and she was trying to cock block me.

So, 1) The defendant has a court appointed lawyer, who gets paid, in part, from the suspect, or 2) The defendant pays the lawyer of his choice with money already seized from him. Duhhhh

"This research sounds worthy of a Nobel Piece prize." Hell, Al Gore got a Nobel and an Oscar for some made up bullshit. At least what how wrote is based in real research and truth. Yep, I'm contacting the Nobel people.

How come I always seem to miss out on these things ?

I manage 72 people, 82% of which are females. A common thread between them and Houston strippers is that in high school they met "the guy". The guy started sending signals in senior year that he soon intended to leave her behind, so she made sure to get preggers. After a baby or two, he flies the coop anyway, and she decides not to pursue child support. My first ATF actually had her kid after a year of doing porn, but he left her. My second ATF had two boys and several times I very nearly called child services on her because of how much she neglected them.

I've seen him. He usually gets only one lapper a night, and the dancer usually doesn't look happy afterwards.

I bet there's a lot of this kind of thing going on everywhere.

Steve said: **Word to the wise – do not try and match vodka shots with a Russian dancer, lol. No shit Steve (ROFLMAO). It was the first thing they taught those of selected to go beyond Checkpoint Charlie on an errand.

Over in the blog section, some gal wanted to know just how her husband could blow (pun intended) fifteen hundred in one night in the champagne room. He told her it was all an air dance but she wasn't buying it. Might be the same gal.

I grew up in an oppressive little town, just south of desolation, east of depression, in the middle of nowhere, and I couldn't wait to escape to civilization. If there was a bright spot in the universe, I was at the location farthest from it. Enlisting in the Marine Corps at 17.5 years old, I did boot camp in San Diego. A couple of times, during movements, we passed the Body Shop/Les Girls complex in the middle of San Diego. I made a mental note to finally see what small town America had denied me at that complex. On my first free weekend, I kept the promise to myself. Arriving at 9 a.m., I had to detour a couple of hours until opening. At 11 I returned and I ended up spending most of the day at the complex, ogling naked women all day, as well as watching the entire "Behind the Green Door" movie at the porn store adjacent to those establishments. It was actually anti-climatic as I was hoping for something more intimate than what those clubs offered. Still, it was vindication for years of oppression.

In the early 90's, St. James had trailers out back for extras. A year after the trailers were removed, St. James was burned to the ground-nothing was left but the foundation. It was rebuilt.

Back in the 1990's, Houston had two, but it was a consider the source kind of thing. Memories-This place is a dump, in a shitty neighborhood. In the 1990's, Houston Vice tried to say that everynight, all manner of things were going on there. However, when eleven members of vice were caught falsifying reports* and getting sex on the side, Memories suddenly became just that-a memory as far as the nightly arrests. It still operates. *-In addition to shaking down Memories, the vice cops were trying to shake down Ricks, back when Ricks was considered the upscale establishment in Houston. Cameras in the VIP room caught cops demanding bribes and sex. Solid Platinum-Up until 1994, this was a rough place, with motorcycles out front-the kind of motorcycles belonging to verifiable gang members. The city exercised the death penalty on the club, closing it for a year. The new owner had to jump through hoops to reopen the club. Today, it caters to a white collar crowd, even though it lacks the wherwithal to be a upscale club.