Me working in a club does not mean that I like to club. However, since I started hosting and traveling, My life has slowly started to evole me into a club rat. This club I enjoyed though. Strictly two step music and old men staring with their mouths open. No hatin females; they are all in full 'I remember when I was shaped like that' mode. Only one problem. There was no bar! Want a drink? Buy a fifth and a cup of juice. I felt stupid asking that bartender for a Sex on the Beach and her blankly staring at me. Anyway...found a full length mirror to flick it up in my AA dress. American Apparel is my friend. My body says thank you.
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