I stopped by in the afternoon...

I stopped by in the afternoon because it was between where I was coming from and where I was going.<br>

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The intellectually-challenged dancer I met at Rachel’s is now dancing here. (Refer to my April 23, 2014, review of Rachel’s for details.) Uses the stage name Angel. She came over and started talking. During the course of the usual banter I asked her if she danced anywhere else. She said no, just at Dancer’s Royale. I asked her if she had ever danced at another club. She said no. (So this bitch will lie.) I didn’t remind her that we had met at Rachel’s. She insinuated that she had seen me at DR before. (She had.) Then she said she missed me. That’s when I had to cut it off. I went into a diatribe about the strip club subculture. (First I had to explain what a subculture is.) Then I told her that what she was spewing to me was what is known as stripper shit. I told her she was doing ok (and she was, with the talk of going to school at one of the local store-front colleges to be a nurse and all) but when she said she missed me that was just too obvious. She seemed to understand and appeared grateful. I told her I wanted her to be true to the game and not fake it. She gave me a high five. She is cute as can be. She has a nice feline quality to her sexiness. She’s the answer to “why must I chase the cat?”<br>

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A nice Hispanic/Arab mix that is sexy enough to be dancing nights came over. She’s been at it a while so her stripper shit was entertaining. Talked about her experiences working the Orlando strip club circuit. Had a good working knowledge of jazz.<br>