Where the P(l)ayers P(l)ay

It's just too uncanny. Here I am, reliving my early years in Atlanta, and this lawsuit pops up out of nowhere.  Apparently, the permit fees charged by Atlanta to work in the adult entertainment industry are too damn high.  I felt the exact same way when I landed here 11 years ago. In fact, after…

Welcome To The (Neon) Jungle

Vegas.  One can never truly appreciate the buzz of every color neon imaginable.  Everything glowed: bars, clubs, casinos, hotels, buses, even the Waffle House had neon.  Now, I always thought that the purpose of neon was to differentiate yourself from the others: but what about when EVERYTHING has neon trim?  Is that stuff toxic in…

Now Serving #976

We got up fairly early, around noon, which is fairly early for strippers.  Our plan?  Go to the sheriff's station and get our permits, come back to the hotel, squeeze in some gambling and a small nap, get ready for work and arrive at The Cheetah by 2 am to get on the 3 am…

The Incredibly Credible Misadventures of 3 Strippers in Vegas

What happens in Vegas...sometimes really sucks.  I had to get out of town and the opportunity presented itself last minute, so off I went with two friends.  Yes, it happen just that fast.  I had grown tired of Tampa and drama and I figured, what the hell?  Why not?  I have no kids, no relationship,…