Swedish word of the day. And my pink cup filled with hot London Fog and some Anna's pepparkakor to eat.

Dancers are pay per view. Indeed. I get very annoyed when some people stare and don't tip. Do not look and me and please go somewhere else.
Also we had a bar brawl Friday night. A few bar stools got broken and people were on the ground swinging at each other. I was busy doing a lap dance during the commotion. But I heard it. Fights do not happen often.
Also Friday a couple came in, young. The girl pulled my hair while I was on stage, tried to touch me and when I told her to calm down and back off she tried pulling my hair again.
That was it. I cut it short and walked off. It all happened within the first minute of me going on stage. She was way too intoxicated and completely out of line. A little while later she decided to sit down on the ground underneath the rack. I told her boyfriend to collect her as she obviously was practicing for an earthquake drill. The week was slow, I felt tired every night.
Hibernated in the dressing room a lot.

Mr.B on :
The full moon is obscured by clouds so I had to read your blog to brighten the night. It looks like less people write comments compared to the old days. So here's a comment for you:
I miss your pay per view - you are one premium channel!
Tati on :
😘 Thank You Mr.B.