I don't go out much to strip clubs, unless I am lonely. if I have a girlfriend, you don't see me, unless I am getting off like everyone else with porn, and it's over 18. The first time I was in that building it was called little Caesars with a friend. After that during the college years it was 3 or 4 of us. Sometimes I would go and see a girl I know, she would say I cannot do this in front of you, I respect you. Several girls know in this area I was sexually abused as a minor like them, if they open up to me. we are both bisexual. I found out what the $ mean, and I know some things are not uniform. If it's a lap dance, I don't care about the money. For several I gave extra for rent, train tickets, and food, the other for earning seeing them topless. If I gave a rose, they appreciated it, not like other women I have met in my life, those girls deserve prison because they are fake. My cook worked there in the 90's and early 2000's before his heart gave out. if I got too drunk he would let me walk over to his house and sleep it off. The girls got what they wanted, " income! " I got what I wanted someone to give me a thrill.
The following women, Sabrina, thank you, Gemma, thank you, Red Wine, it was a honor to take you home, sorry about late night calls, you gave me your number, a friend would call and say " the cancer was worse! " I did not know what to do. Especially though a girl, Skyy, we would text each other, we would open up to each other. She would say you tipped me too much, when a girl tells me she might be evicted, I act, so what is a $100. We had a lot in common, and she would say, " why don't you come to work! " The body still looks good. I would tell her lets go to Cheesecake Factory, you deserve real food. When she died, a part of me died with her, I didn't give her my number, because she said don't give out your number to strangers, these girls come and go. My daughter is gone, if I go in now it's to see her in my dreams, Love Daddy.
