anything but a wasted life


Strip club dressing rooms are like girls night out on steroids. Our minds and conversations are dirtier than most men’s locker rooms. It’s one of my favorite things about being a stripper. I’ll miss the shit out of it when I finally put the vanilla body spray down. It can get weird in the dressing room. And by weird, I mean amazing. The level of amazingness varies depending on how much booze is being swilled and how the night is going. The worst and best nights will yield the most incredible dressing room status. Strippers are a magical set of people. We get a bad rep, but most times, behind that curtain, we resemble the best all-girl adult rated sleepover you can imagine. Fuck the VIP lounge, the club should charge guys for ten minutes in the dressing room!