Looking back on my experiences at strip clubs they're uncensored mirrors of how life is. Transactional and traditional. I remember this one time this beautiful stripper approached me and struck up a conversation. It was obviously to get a drink and more money. She was attentive, engaging and focused. I was talking about my hopes, passions and dreams like I was ar a friggin poetry coffee shop 😂. It was such a nice conversation. She has this dreamgirl energy about her. My reality check came when this stripper disappeared and reappeared 15 minutes later. I saw her fully dressed and she walking towards the door. After our conversation I was happy to see her again. Her countenance was different this time. Her presence was colder and she wasn't interested in talking. She had blinders on and nothing in that stripclub existed including me. At that moment I realized she could turn it on and off like a light switch. When she punched out? She was off work. End of story.
Napir, this was a tester true story. I may publish it. Not sure