Strings of Pearls on Glamour Girls

WARNING: I might have gotten a liiiittle carried away with this one so if you want the TL;DR version, skip to the bottom of the ROS.

You know that ONE girl in high school that got passed around more than a donation basket at First Saint John Apostolic Assembly Full Gospel Missionary Baptist Bible Church? Yeah, her...we called her Hurricane Holly bc the only thing that got banged more than her was a screen door during a hurricane. Anyway, that's what GG is to me...Houston's dirty little (poorly kept) secret. To this day, I still wonder what Holly was like in the sack or if she was really just a nice girl with a friendly vagina, the kind of woman who would split the Planned Parenthood expenses 50/50.

Rather than risk having similar thoughts about GG ten years from now, I did what I should've done in high school and listened to my dick instead of my brain...and that's how I ended up at GG. I wasn't sure at first...I mean yeah, there was a platform and some metal poles but there was also a small group of anxious Mexicans* and one unusually clean bathroom...so it was either a strip club or one of those new ICE holding facilities. It soon became clear that I was NOT at an ICE facility bc if I was, I would've at least been approached and/or talked to. Nope...this was just a typical strip club with typical dayshift girls...they're like white people food - unseasoned but palatable enough to get you by.