it always ends in hard alley
vatic took me and able around to a bunch of strip clubs. i drank a ton of champagne and did coke in the bathrooms until i was sick all over myself in amsterdam. by the time we made it to hard alley i felt like shit warmed over. after being kicked off the stage for trying to pole dance and driving paying customers away, i slumped wasted and dirty in a chair by the stage. a ruined woman named lavinia plied her wares on the pole, tits set to 100. she gyrated blithely while everyone in the place clicked her clit over and over. it’s a fucking filthy depressing life.
