He has drugs though too, strippers love ecstasy. If you're not in one of those shitty corpo chromes, you can be the man of the hour. He's still got a thick enough hairline and low enough BMI too.
@stan they'll talk to you if you pay them. It's way better and cheaper than therapy. You just gotta do it slowly. At least make them think you're a whale. The strip club is one of the darkest, most pathetic cuck pits a man can fall down, so the only way to make it halfway worth it is to break the threshold and make sure you feel like a fricking pimp or a rockstar where they fight each other over sitting in your lap to throw your money at another girl who is jealous that she's not in your lap. I don't know what you're screenwriting, but don't channel your duper cool party boy schtick for this. You need to feel 40 at 22, look at yourself in the mirror after fricking some massive fat woman and see the black dog of despair, eternity's gate in some fast food you ate out of the trash.
Huh I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs Bet that, head crack, blunt force Cozy with the east Africans up north Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law Crescent moon wink, when I blinked it was gone Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God '03, momma rockin' Liz Claiborne Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs Rainy day came, couldn't rinse the stains off Long way to go, we already came far Story stayed the same, it was never madе up Threw me loose changе, look at what I made of it When the mood change, I'ma poker-face 'em It's a new day, who got all the aces? Who be foldin' late? Who know when to play dead? Who sit up straight when the roof caved in? Had a full plate, you ain't wanna split it Tell it to you straight, you ain't wanna listen Cup runneth over the brim Bust open, there's no closin' the lid Drumroll, here go my lil' entrance Gung ho, I'm the one that go get it Five O's on me like the Olympics Pure gold, somethin' told me, "Don't mix it" Caught a feelin', momma had me out Temple Not religious, we was really out Philly Livin' on the fly tryna wing it We got us a fire to rekindle Redirect the fight where it's meant for Triumph over plight and immense loss Ride alone at night, I get clear thoughts Caught a couple slights and I veered off Saw another height, had my ears poppin' Walked outside, it was still gorgeous
Sharp incisors reveal slowly In the dark inside, we was real hungry On a seven of the five, we was real hungry Uh, niggas still drummin' Foot shook ground when I stepped on it Didn't look back when I broke soil 'Cause every time I did it would hurt more In the dark inside, we was real hungry On a seven of the five, we was real hungry And I didn't look back when I broke soil 'Cause every time I did it would hurt more
Alright Yessir, this nigga spittin'
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Buy them a drink and they won't shut up. I've never had one that won't warm up before a dance.
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He has drugs though too, strippers love ecstasy. If you're not in one of those shitty corpo chromes, you can be the man of the hour. He's still got a thick enough hairline and low enough BMI too.
@stan they'll talk to you if you pay them. It's way better and cheaper than therapy. You just gotta do it slowly. At least make them think you're a whale. The strip club is one of the darkest, most pathetic cuck pits a man can fall down, so the only way to make it halfway worth it is to break the threshold and make sure you feel like a fricking pimp or a rockstar where they fight each other over sitting in your lap to throw your money at another girl who is jealous that she's not in your lap. I don't know what you're screenwriting, but don't channel your duper cool party boy schtick for this. You need to feel 40 at 22, look at yourself in the mirror after fricking some massive fat woman and see the black dog of despair, eternity's gate in some fast food you ate out of the trash.
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Oh no, the strippers took your writing prowess as well as your money.
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