I'm just here to fukk
I ain't tripping them sistas need to do whatever in their legal means to get paid. More power to them.I mean if you're shaking your ass naked and the customers rather spend money on the bartenders who's to blame for that
This is supply & demand NY nikkax looovvvvveeee Spanish bytches b. It's crazy. Think of it like Glen Gary Glen Ross..black bytches ain't closing lmao All I know is I show crazy love to the sisters when I there giving up singles, suck nipplesand biting buttcheeks![]()
Right is rightthem girls working to eat


NYC and Strip Clubs don't mix.
It's like Brooklyn Rappers doing Trap music.....
It's Awkward
I remember like over a decade ago going to Sin City with my cousin for his Bachelor party and watching a stripper try to give my cousin a lap dance to THIEF'S THEME by NAS![]()
Fantasies on 5th AveAlso,
If ur a cheap prick like me
When I go to strip clubs, I dont pay for any dancers. U sit at the bar,get cool w the security, build rapport and tip the bartender so they hook u up with less watered down drinks, and strippers walk off the stage coming to u tryna get u in their trick bag.
When they ask if u want a dance, reject them or say maybe later baby. They so used to simps sayin sureit throws em off guard. If they catch attitude, or walk off immediately they just about their $$$.
If they stay and ur convo is smooth enough u might get to see her in the prone position butt ass naked in a motel room
I practically lived in the strip club while I was in the Army and been to many ones east to west. And I broke off alot of strippers . Once u pay ur their trick . But the bartender gets my $$$ money for my hennessy.
So, theres that. Cheapskates like me
Either way they all hoes , so if they cant keep up get a regular job and go to school, dam.


Plus the strippers don t call themselves black


Strip clubs in NY are horrible they put the best looking girls behind the bar and all the dusty bytches work the pole.What the fukk did you expect.
I've seen it. Last time I was at the strip club, the bartender kept twerking or lifting her leg up and all that shyt where me and my friends were. bytch, we not throwing money at you.