Heartbreak & Hookups | Ch 20 | Craigslist Stripper Ads

That almost ruined our lives

It was the deadass end of summer, 2009. I was twenty-four.

We’d been on the go-go dancing hustle for a few months. Unsatisfied with shady promoters who rarely paid us, and gigs that felt more sketchy than safe, we decided to take our talents elsewhere.

One random afternoon, we parked outside a strip club, looked at each other, and said,

“Should we really do this? If we go in there, there’s no turning back.”

We were party girls. By the time we rolled out of bed from the night before, showered, and gathered ourselves, it was already the middle of the afternoon.

We walked into the strip club fully clothed around 2pm.

Hair in ponytails. No makeup. No swagger.

We had never applied to be strippers before. We didn’t know what to expect.