annnd Voila!!

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MEET LUCKY LUXIE : CAGE-DANCER!


Earlier in the week S brought me around to the strip clubs in search of a job. One phone call and interview with a shady looking biker-type and woot woot: Friday at 9 I start wearing ridiculously skanky clothes, shaking my ass and drinking liquor for cash! I will get $50 for the work (4 hours), and my very own bar tab to "get loose" before I hop in my cage. I suppose I shouldn't be disappointed... but I guess I was expecting something a little more... legit than that. But everyone's gotta start somewhere right?

Shei says I'm insane. Am I really? Besides the fact that I'm going to be a sweaty drunk mess after dancing for god knows who, I think it should be pretty damn fun! Not too much different from what I would normally be doing on a Friday night. Plus if I keep this up I will be in great shape! I just hope my thighs don't fall off the next day!