Well the inmates have taken over they asylum.
[photo courtesy of Reuters.]
It had to happen sooner or later, the strippers bought the Lusty Lady in San Francisco(I'm not surprised) and run the place by "committee's", ha! what a crock. This place is gonna bomb right on it's ass . . . someday.
Great, it's gonna be a strip joint full of fat, hairy, smelly old broads some day, woohoo!
To me this says it all the final paragraph from the story.
Strippers as their own boss, hehe, ha! The world is gong to hell in a hand-basket.
An aside; if you go to this page for some pics of the "Lusties" to ooogle over, or to uh, well you know.
Guess what?
There are none. uh, huh . . . somehow I am not surprised.
[photo courtesy of Reuters.]
It had to happen sooner or later, the strippers bought the Lusty Lady in San Francisco(I'm not surprised) and run the place by "committee's", ha! what a crock. This place is gonna bomb right on it's ass . . . someday.
One of the first things the dancers did was to toss out rules about
maintaining the same body type as the day they were hired, and ones
regarding height-weight proportion. A list of acceptable hair colors
was scrapped, along with a policy regulating the quantity and location
of tattoos.
Great, it's gonna be a strip joint full of fat, hairy, smelly old broads some day, woohoo!
To me this says it all the final paragraph from the story.
"On a good day, it's like Peter Pan," said Lili Marlene. "On a bad day,
it was like Lord of the Flies. We can do whatever we want, and there's
nobody to tell us what to do."
Strippers as their own boss, hehe, ha! The world is gong to hell in a hand-basket.
An aside; if you go to this page for some pics of the "Lusties" to ooogle over, or to uh, well you know.
Guess what?
There are none. uh, huh . . . somehow I am not surprised.
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