So, I finally bought my gorgeous 42 inch LCD flat-screen TV. Hooray. I've blown (ok, it was money well spent) over $3,000 on 'new things' over the past 2 weeks. Gah, I'm starting to embrace the strippah lyfestyle I'm afraid.
Last night, after a VIP with two gentlemen and another girl, the other girl leans over the table and whispers in my ear "thanks for not being a whore in VIP, I'll work with you anytime." Then, back in the dressing room she reiterates this notion, explaining how there's a very short list of girls she'll do VIP with, and recounts some not-so-prudish group VIP experiences. I guess I'm pleased that she doesn't think I'm a whore, but aren't we all really whores. I mean, not whores in the 'gives blowjobs in the back room for $200' sense (though, we have our fair share of those too), but we're receiving pay for our sexual services, and the lines are all blurry in my mind.
Whatever.
If I've learned one thing in life it's that money is money, and that's what buys the things I like. I can't pay for a flat screen TV, or a brand new shiny red Corvette with respect.
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