Not much to mention about week 8. One of the frequent and nice visitors that comes in to the club took a longer break and we were atually worried that he was sick or something worse but he came back this week. It was good to see him again.
Week 9. Ugh. This week a girl quit due to the owner of the club insulting her. Another girl is taking a break or quit. We have a new girl but I have not worked with her yet. And since a couple of weeks we have another new girl that I forgot to mention until now.
Friday night at 9 20 pm the club was empty, except for us girls and the bartender. It was a bad night, it was a bad week. Friday a really nice man told me to pick out some rocks for myself, he carries a pouch with rocks on him. He comes in once in a while, he has a crystal hanging in his beard. Very interesting person. I picked these. That was the highlight of the evening.
Probably the highlight of the week.
Since I am bored out of my mind like 80% of the time that I suffer in the wooden box I have to entertain myself somehow with my very childish humor. The banana peels we use to slap dudes with when they don't tip us enough.
Another way we entertain ourselves is to make up a club language. We do laugh a lot. People that come in probably think we are like legit insane and I like that, they can think that. That club is basically like a mental asylum. And I am not joking about that.
Saturday was a decent night but I spent a lot of time in the dressing room just hoping the night would be over. I actually did not want to be there ever again. The club was ice cold when I arrived and for several hours afterwards. I just wanted to be at home and warm. My last stage set of the night was fun and my best stage that whole week. Two girls came in that were very pretty and very nice and fun and they sat at the stage. It took until the very last stage set of the week to actually have a decent stage. I am over it. My soul was hurting this week. In there.
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