You’re a real one.Requests were made. I responded that I'd consider it only if my projected earnings would surpass the amount I received in scholarships (late 90's, $38k). Uniformly, they admired my astute business sense and sent me on my way. I was still welcome to drink at the house and play spades and shyt, tho.
If you hung around girls in the game you’d know they had bad nights and good nights but it generally came out to working a retail job if you’re counting hours spent at the club. Dancers needed back up tricks to make expenses because the money wasin’t guaranteed
I knew good girls that danced at I could only describe it as either she was going through an extrended hoe phase or had hoe bones because working at Macy’s was generally the better option all things being considered.
shyt was perfect to keep you pure because if if a nikka wanted to sample some fresh p*ssy you would’ve hit him with that wierd charge and the nikka would think I could fukk your thot friend in the butt for half that amount and leave you alone.
night now we right back to laughing at silly birds and me telling u ya shoes are cute 
Ofc, but moms had me reading Iceberg Slim when I was like 9/10 y.o. I'm from Harlem- if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense. What I look like foregoing future earnings and potential husbands? Ain't nobody stupid. 
She's not, she and I have had this conversation before. Mind you, I came up with bytches dancing in the Bx at 14. She not one of those.
