Welcome to Chaos !!

I am writing this at Starbucks in Sioux Falls while sitting in a brown leather chair, full after having some hot chai, banana bread and oatmeal. Now I know that you can get oatmeal with fruit at both Starbucks and McDonald's, it's not bad and much better than a greasy hamburger, so listen to me and choose the oatmeal next time. I am tired and a little loopy because it's almost 7 AM and I left Winner about 3 PM, it took me 2 1/2 hours to get to Sioux Falls, I was listening to the radio and loudly singing along to songs the whole way. I thought about life and how fast time goes by and all the people that I know and have met and the people that I will never come across again and it made me sad and I cried a little. Tears about life, because life is great and beautiful but also sad and difficult. I can get emotional several times a day and then I am happy again.
So I am done in Winner. The last night got off to a slow start but then I had fun and time went by fast. The night was over before I knew it and I got on the road out of there.
The bouncer "Tiny" told me that it had been a pleasure working with me and that he thinks that I am very nice, classy and elegant. That is always nice to hear.
Here I am on the stage admiring myself.





Yes, I look tall (obviously since about every other person says something about that) but without those heels I'm 5'9" and I don't think that makes me a giant. So when some guy blurts out that I'm too tall for him I usually say that he can come and find me when he mans up and grows some balls. It's not my fault that you might be insecure and I am not going to take off my heels and walk around barefoot or in flip flops so some guys can feel more manly or something. I mean, most girls wear high heels in strip clubs and then you have the occasional dancer that schleps around in flip flops or slippers. That's not me though.
I got lots of marriage proposals in Winner. LOL. My standard answer is, fill out the ten page application and get in line. Steve from the other night came back, he asked if I'm up for adoption. Of course I am but I need to be treated like a very spoiled child and get everything I point my finger at.

So my two trailer mates got dropped off at the bus stop yesterday morning. I don't know what they did but they basically had to pack up and leave. So no work for them last night. There was more drama too. One of the girls that was involved in the fight Friday night supposedly went to the police, I am not sure what happened there but the rumor was that she said that there is nasty stuff that goes on in the club and we had some kind of inspectors in the club keeping an eye at the place last night.
I didn't get a warning or a talk about cleaning up my act from management because they didn't think I need to clean up anything. Yeah, I know.....I am one of those "no fun" dancers that won't let you get away with whatever you think you should but with me you pay for a quality.
So the Holiday House in Winner wasn't as good as I was hoping for. It had to do with the bird count, because the girls that had been there previous years said that they had never seen it this slow. And slow kind of equals lesser income, unless you get lucky but I don't count on lucky.....I want busy and consistent. The weekends were OK, I can't complain but the weekday earnings were far from good enough when you travel and have expenses related to the travel. What also put somewhat of a damper on this adventure was my trailer experience, those roommates were too much. Besides that, the club was OK, not a classy place by any means but I did do alright after all and I can see potential there when it's busy. But the owner should clean up amongst the dancers and get rid of the girls that do some of the trashy and nasty stuff. That is not good for business and it will scare away quality girls. The staff was nice and I met some cool girls.
I am getting really sleepy now. I wonder if I can sleep at Starbucks?

Back at McDonald's! I don't think I have visited McDonald's this much in the last five years combined as I have this week. Last day here, just thinking about that I get to go home tomorrow gives me a happy feeling in my belly. Yesterday when I arrived at work I felt cranky and so over all of this. Plus like every other night this past week, there is absolutely NOTHING going on until after 8 or 9 pm, so you just sit around and play on your phone. I take pictures of myself when I am bored, you would take pictures of yourself too if you were me.
So last night, here I am in the dressing room. This was my attitude, basically stay away and fuck off. Do not approach me unless you have $ 100 in your hand and do not speak to me at all, I am tired of attempting to carry on a conversation with morons.



But I ended up meeting some nice and fun people and I quickly cheered up and ended up having a pretty OK night. Many girls had a slow night but I had lots of energy because I knew that the end is near in this hell hole. This is what I had on. Yes, bathroom pics are kind of tacky I know this but it was the only place I found a mirror that I could have to myself, besides the mirror on stage.



Towards the end of the night I met two older guys (elderly, probably close to 70) and they were super nice. Steve and Larry from Nebraska. They thought I was just such a nice girl and a sweetheart and poor Larry almost started crying because he told me he is worried about us girls, worried that something bad is going to happen to us because there are bad people out there. I assured Larry that I am going to be fine and that I take good care about myself.
I almost started crying too. I do meet some really nice people now and then.
I mean, look at this innocent face. Does it look like I get in trouble? Never!





And at the very end a fight broke out in between some girls, it got pretty ugly. I felt bad for one of them, so I stayed with her while she gathered all her belongings. She was pretty shaken up and upset and I would had been too. If any girl at work would ever dare lay a finger on me, I would call the cops. Absolutely. Then I would see her in court. This club is very poorly managed, I would say it is barely managed at all. They allow any kind of trashy ghetto riff raff to work here and that sets the mood in the club. The other night some girls closed a door that is supposed to be open at all times and put a chair under the door handle to jam the door shut. What was going on behind that door, this is in the lap dance area, I can only imagine. Since I have nothing to hide when I do lap dances I welcome security to walk by and take a peek into the lap dance area, look all you want. You will NEVER catch me doing something bad. There are so many girls here loudly complaining about the dj and security walking by the lap dance are and "interfering" with their dirty business, they started doing this the other night after the incident with the chair. One more night!

Two more nights at the club! Yes, I see the light! Last night was the worst of all here so far, so I have faith that it can't get worse than last night from now on. Again, some guy walked by me when I was standing around and grabbed my butt. I punched him in the shoulder and then I managed to place a kick in his ass. While balancing on one 7" stiletto heel, now that's talent! Then I walked up to him and his group, five of them, and told him that I think he is disrespectful, should keep his damned hands to himself and that I did not appreciate him doing that. One of his buddies started yelling at me and told me that it is my own fault because this is what I promote. Aha, I see. So if a woman is on a beach in a bikini it is absolutely OK to just grab a hold of whichever of her body parts that you want since she is in a bikini and thus is promoting a free for all grabbing? I got so upset last night I had to take a moment to myself upstairs, breathe and fight back the tears. Let me clarify something for all of you confused guys out there. EVEN in a strip club, I do not promote for any kind of inappropriate grabbing. One day you might grab the wrong person and there will be some dire consequences for you. One more girl went off on a moron last night for grabbing her behind. It's the girl from Denver, the cute one that has looked at my blog. She too has some form of self worth, stands up for herself and I noticed that she doesn't crawl all over the guys when she is on stage either. Next guy that grabs me is going to get a fist in his face. Or I will kick him in his balls and then say that this is what he was promoting, since he happens to be in a strip club. I can't help that I gave you a donkey kick in your balls buddy, you were PROMOTING it! Sorry!
14 more hours in the club. I am not the only girl that can't wait until the adventure in this hell hole is over. These are the two stages. Here is the more normal looking stage.



And this one I call the "square of torture."



While I was on the square of torture last night, some guy came up, sat down and then said that he reads my blog. I have never met him before, he found it while looking up information about Williston. There are a lot of people that find my blog that way.

Here I am, having breakfast at McDonald's and taking advantage of the free (but spotty at best) Wi-Fi. Yes, I'd much rather be at McDonald's with my laptop than lay on a bed in a trailer staring at the roof and listening to one of my trailer mates arguing with her baby daddy on the phone and the other one making random loud noises and snorting sounds with her nose. Yes, even McDonald's seems like a peaceful place compared to THAT.



I have been using this self tanner a few times. It works pretty good and doesn't leave a strong after smell. I protect my hands with thin gloves so they don't get dark and blotchy.



Last night the owner of the club approached me and asked how much it would be for me to change my return ticket for Wednesday. He had asked the house mom to ask me to consider staying longer the other night. He offered to pay the change fee for my plane ticket and let me stay in the trailer for free. I guess a group of "rich" guys are coming in on Tuesday and he thinks I'm a good looking girl and wants to impress them (his words not mine). I thought about it for a second because the last three nights have been bad income wise and it would be good to try to make up for that but I have decided to stick with the original plan and go home when I'm supposed to. I miss Chhaya, I miss my clean home, bed and bathroom. And it doesn't matter if these guys are rich. That doesn't mean they will spend and money on ME, even if I am "a nice looking girl." I am "competing" with straight up cheap hookers here (not all of the girls do this but enough of them) I have figured this much out the last week. Some girls are complaining and upset about it and I've heard some prices from two different guys last night.....ready for this? $100 for a BJ and $125 - 150 for sex. In the club, where we do the lap dances. This makes me sad and I do not like to be associated with stuff like that. AT LEAST take it out of the club! There is a Holiday Inn walking distance from the club, do all the bj's and have sex for pay all you want there. Oh, I guess one of them did that the other night, $500. Bleh.....

I still absolutely LOVE my long, silver earrings that my friend Rose-Marie sent me for Christmas last year. They are my favorite earrings, pretty huh? I like silver and platinum.





And a nice girl I met here thinks that I should come and dance at the club she works at in Denver next year. Not Shotgun Willies, I have already worked there and I don't think I would do that again. She is really nice and cute. We both have dogs, like organic food and Whole Foods, we have the same bracelet from there. And one more thing.....she knew me from somewhere and she asked me if I have a blog. Yes, that's me I said. I guess she found the blog a while ago when researching about dancing in Williston. 🙂
Three days left here before I go home......

FOUR more days in this hell hole. I am counting down the hours in the club.....28 starting tonight. I am never coming back here....I'm not saying that I won't ever dance in South Dakota again but not here in Winner (I hope). I have heard of a club in another town in South Dakota where it's supposedly strict and the rules are followed, I wouldn't mind trying that one. But a place like Holiday House where girls basically do whatever to make a buck.....there is no place for me at a club like that. I am pretty sure I overheard a guy ask his friend for some extra money the other night....he needed to pay for his "lap dances", that if I heard it right, included a bj. Little does he know, or maybe he knows but just had a set of beer goggles on....or just wanted a bj really bad (pathetic man) that the lady that provided this service for him has a missing front tooth. I don't know if she puts in a fake tooth in her mouth or not but she looks like hell. I saw her in the dressing room and she had a dark gap in her mouth in the front.
Are people even aware or care about such fun little things like herpes, chlamydia, gonorrhea and HPV? You can transmit and catch all of those by genital to mouth contact. Here is a kind word of advice for all you horny men out there that lose all common sense when intoxicated and around scantily dressed women, go to a legal brothel if you really need such services.
At least at the brothel you will be more protected from STDs. And the dancers that stick to the rules (like me) do not have to be subjected to being around it. Because trust me, I do not want to see it and I do not want to hear about it and I do not want to be asked if I do any of those things. GROSS.
The lap dances are totally unsupervised and are done on couches and armchairs, there is a flimsy dark kind of see through curtain that separates the lap dance area from the club. The bj thing does not surprise me at all, this place is filthy and trashy and most of the girls are beyond trashy. You can call me stuck up or whatever you want but I just tell it like it is. Some blonde little thing has been getting so drunk every night she has been working, management doesn't even care. She was standing on the main floor last night, making out with some old man, tongue and all. Absolutely repulsive. Her dances must be really FUN! All drunk, sloppy and you can probably do what you want to her, she is too drunk to know the difference.
Also this club is supposed to be topless only. But girls flash their VAGINES left and right when approaching guys or light their privates on fire. Borat style show. Even in clubs where you go nude on stage, for example the Bush Company in Anchorage, you NEVER flash you VAGINE when walking around on the floor, unacceptable. It would never be allowed, you would get called into the office and sent home. I like that. Guess what, I worked there for over two years, never once did I get sent home.
I woke up this morning to the hood rats loud cackling hyena laugh. With people like her populating this country I am not surprised that it is going to shits. Not an ounce of intelligence and manners. I got up and dressed and escaped to the solitude of McDonald's.

Here is a little mention of the bird count that I saw on the front page of some local paper.



Club rules. Somebody should make sure they are being followed (especially number 6) since we all had to sign this paper, consenting to the rules. Oh, the irony!

I have woken up early, way too early for me, two days in a row now because a person that is present in my life is causing me problems and because of that I have a bad feeling in my stomach, so I feel sad and stressed out and that affects my sleep. I can't wait until this person is gone from my life, some people are toxic and bad. This person is just that. I don't know how some people can live with themselves deliberately causing problems for others. I could not live my life like that. So I am stressed out right now and have a hard time relaxing and feeling happy. 😥

It's Tuesday and I am counting down the days until I can leave this place and go home. I miss home and I miss Chhaya. I am THIS close to start bawling at McDonald's where I am sitting writing this right now because I am homesick, tired and SAD.
Typical my luck, this year is like the worst ever for the amount of pheasants that are out and about in the fields here. The numbers are very low. Of course the owner of the club failed to mention this important detail to me when I made the arrangements with him to come here. So the girls that are driving in from closer by towns like Sioux Falls and Denver to work here, can just go back to where they came from if it's bad here. It's a bit more complicated if you travel from far to get here, like I did. The last two nights have been very slow at work.
Even the guys at the club say that they have NEVER seen it this dead. Like I said, TYPICAL.
Last year when I worked in a town about 30 miles from here, Dallas, I also listened to the owner that promised me some stuff that never happened. So making money the last two nights has been like pulling teeth. And the owner asked the house mom to ask me if I could stay longer because next week some really rich guys are supposedly coming in and they would love for me to stay. No thank you. I don't care. And just because they are rich doesn't mean that they will spend any money, Plus I don't do certain things here that most of the other girls do and put up with. Besides the usual compliments the other thing I hear here is, WHY ARE YOU HERE? You don't fit in. You are too classy/nice for this place. I have already lost count of how many times I have heard this. So five more nights left. YEAY!

To describe a bit better so you understand how some girls are acting here. One of my trailer mates aka the hood rat is on her phone all day long, loudly trowing around the N word, she says "NIGGA" and I'm just quoting her. She can't wait to get back home and fuck her nigga. Yup, that is what she says. And to top it off, my new trailer mate that arrived the other night, was born in Sudan. She is offended by this girls use of the N word in her presence, she told me that she doesn't speak like that at all. I call her African Princess because she is very pretty. I have been taking her around because she doesn't have a car. And last night when we left work she told me that at the club she works at in Sioux Falls she sometimes gets called the
N word by the guys. One guy said that he was going to tell management to turn up the lights because she is so dark that he couldn't see her. She is dark, she looks Sudanese and I think she is beautiful. Anyways, she said that if this hood rat at the trailer keeps on using that word she is going to tell her to shut up or else. By the way the hood rat is white. She definitely should stay in the trailer because she belongs there. Last night she was walking around the club in socks and sandals. Classy! Very white trash trailer fashion.

I have also negotiated down the price for my trailer experience from $ 40 to $ 30. So next time you have some form of a business transaction to make, contact me first so I can negotiate for you!