Here are some imaginary afflictions I see dancers getting from time to time. They are kind of silly, but I don't feel very serious right now.
Poleo
this is a dancer affliction where she exhibits extreme reluctance to move more than arms length from the pole the entire set. The dancer shows an aversion to approaching any customers. She will maintain physical contact with the pole at all times. This affliction is most commonly seen in baby strippers, but will occasionally be observed in more experienced dancers. It must be terrifying the first time on stage for a dancer. There really isn't any way to practice stripping, she get thrown to the wolves, literally. Have you noticed the expressions some guys have around the stage? Predatory would be the most accurate description of their looks. Most dancers get better and start to engage customers around the rail. Some dancers will exhibit Poleo when nobody is tipping. They'll just lean against the pole and glare at the crowd. I can't blame them, why give it away for free.
Recommended treatment: Money. Once the dancer learns that she’ll make more money engaging the customers she’ll release her death grip on the pole. Also dancers tend to glare less when they are being tipped.
Stripper Munchausen By Proxy Syndrome
This is where the dancer need for money results more and more outlandish stories being told to customers in hopes of greater financial rewards through sympathy. Stripper Munchausen by Proxy is sometimes shortened to the term Stripper BS. Seriously, I'd like to record some of these stories. I wonder if she is playing a game to see how ridiculous of a story she can get away with. I really hate it when a dancer I've know calls me up because I'm her 'only hope'. She should have called Obi-wan Kenobi instead. I already pay good money for the pleasure of your company. Please don't expect me to pay for your bad judgement. The sad part is when I hear what's really going on from other dancers. The real reason for your cash short fall is you had to post bail to spring your deadbeat boyfriend, not your cat needs triple bypass surgery.
One dancer gave me a long sad story about how she spent her last pennies buying food for her cat instead of paying her phone bill. Now her cell was going to be turned off and if that happened she wouldn't be able to schedule, which means she wouldn't be able to work, which would get her evicted and she and her well fed cat would have to beg for money at a freeway off ramp. Then in the same breath she told me how happy she was with the results the tooth whiteners strips she just bought were giving her. Whitening strips or phone bill? Either you have the worst decision making skills ever, or you're dumb as a box of rocks, or you are trolling a line of BS hoping some poor schmuck bites to save you the effort of actually having to work. Probably a combination off all three.
Recommended treatment: None. The condition can be mitigated some by the application of extreme amounts of sarcasm when the stories start.
Clydesdale Tourette's syndrome
This syndrome presents itself in the form of the dancer obnoxiously clicking her heels together on stage like a draft horse trying to count to three. Sometimes the dancer will kick the stage or slam the pole up and down in its fittings. Ladies I'll let you in on a little secret about guys. We will always notice a naked woman on a stage. Always. Do you really think that we suddenly look up and wonder where you suddenly came from? Holy shit, a naked girl in seven inch heels standing in the middle of the stage, where did she come from? At a strip club no less, wow, who would have thought. Yes, the guys are ignoring you for all wrong reasons, but we know you are there. I know the purpose of clacking your heels is point out that the guys aren't tipping and hopefully shame them into doing right thing. Doing it too much is one of the few things a dancer can do to insure that I won't tip. Also, don't slam a spinning pole up and down it wrecks the bearings. Do this too much and girls who do a lot of pole tricks will begin to plot your death. Your car will explode when you go to drive home one night.
Recommended treatment: High explosives and detonator packed into her heels.
Dancer Zombification
This syndrome presents with the dancer being so distracted on stage she appears to have no brain function. Zombification’s primary difference Poleo is in the fact the dancer is simply going through the motions, she is simply working through a well practiced routine being completely indifferent to the customers. This is one of the few things I can empathize with dancers. I done presentations at a some trade shows where I don’t see the crowd. I just mechanically plod through the presentation like I’m talking to myself. I can imagine a dancer doing the same thing. She walk’s up the stage, the exact same guys are there from the last time she was up. She know’s how much she’s going to get tipped, the guys reaction, and what mindless comments the DJ will make. Of course, the primary cause of Zombie dancers is Zombie customers. There probably is nothing worse than customers who just sit motionless at the stage.
Recommended treatment: Ethanol taken orally, stat.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
I got my gruntle dis'd
I was kind of excited when I saw the AngryStripper was
coming to Portland . I had been
following her situation since being terminated from the Houston Chronicle. I
was amazed to see that Gloria Allred (or at least her firm) was going to take
her case against her former employer. Gloria Allred is one of the highest
profile lawyers in the county. I’d love to ask the AngryStripper about her.
She was scheduled to be in Portland
on June 20th at the Wild Orchid. I have to admit I was
surprised at the location. The Wild Orchid is probably one of the last clubs I would have expected. To be candid, I don’t know much about the club. I
figured she would have headed to one of the better known clubs like one of the
Stars Cabaret locations or Devil’s Point but scheduling will make for odd
bedfellows. I didn’t even know where the Wild Orchid was located.
The first thing that struck me when I looked up Wild
Orchid’s address is that the club was less than quarter mile from where an airliner had crashed in Portland. That plane crash is one of those memories
that are burned into my psyche. At the time accident I only lived about a two
miles from the crash site. I remember riding my bike there the following
morning. The police had only taped off the aircraft's fuselage. The rest of the
crash site is still open and you could still wander around and examine much of the
wreckage up close. Seeing a jet engine stuck in hedge surrounded by twisted bits of wing leaves an impression. I still think about the crash every time I step on board a
plane.
She is supposed to start at 9:30pm at the Wild Orchid. Almost nothing starts on time in the strip club world. I figured 10:30pm or so for the actual starting time. Since I have to be at work the next morning I’m a little reluctant to head out. I decide that I can drink a pot of coffee tomorrow at work and head out for the evening.
I arrive just after 9:30 .
The first thing that surprised me about the club is how small it is. I’d estimate it’s about the size of a typical
McDonald’s. It’s a lot smaller than most of the clubs I hang out at. The VIP
area is basically a couple couches surrounded by some curtains. There are two
stages in the club. Granted it's still a nice club, but it’s not the kind of club you’d expect to see feature acts
at. Compared to some of the clubs I’ve been to in Texas
it’s positively tiny. The crowd isn’t bad but not really spending a lot of
money. The racks are mostly empty. At 9:45
on a Wednesday the stage sets are averaging $5 per song. You know you’ve been
hanging out at strip clubs too long when you start auditing how much people are
tipping. The bar staff definitely kicks ass there. I never had to wait for a
drink.
I order a drink and grab a seat near the stage. I notice in
the back somebody struggling a little with a pop-up banner. I used these things
all the time at shows. After a little bit of work with some assistance from a
bouncer a banner with the art work from the book is setup. Cool, maybe things
will start soon. Nope, I wait an hour and no sign of the guest of honor. They
had gone through the entire rotation of dancers and were starting to recycle
girls. I was trying to decided how much longer to stay when the DJ announces
that Sarah Tressler will take the stage at 11:30pm .
Fuck. I decided to cut my losses and head home. I notice that a bunch of other guys are leaving at the same time I am. Probably coincidence but I wonder if they're ticked off too.
The Wild Orchid ad listed 8pm ,
the tweets had 9:30 , and the DJ is
telling me 11:30pm . Why can’t strip
club events ever happen at a reasonable time? Seriously, does the book buying
public hang out at strip clubs at 11:30
on a Wednesday? To be fair this was probably meant to be more a media meet up than stage performance. I’m guessing the visit was more for the local
bloggers than the general public. Portland
seems to have more than it’s fair share of stripper bloggers. I’m still annoyed
though. Any interest in buying her book evaporated on the way home. The book is
apparently made of her blog old posts, in which case I’ve probably read most
it already. She does reference my blog in one of her posts. It would be cool if she
left that in but I really doubt it. Links to external blogs posts don’t
translate well to books.
Monday, May 28, 2012
A new scam
I ran into a new stripper scam a couple weeks ago. It wasn’t
a very good scam but I’d never seen it before. I haven’t run into many girls
trying to scam me recently. This is mostly because I only talk to dancers who
have been working for the club for some time. Dancers who try to rip off
customers usually don’t last that long.
There really isn’t many ways dancers can blatantly rip off
customers. Either they flat lie about the number of dances or the try to
min-max a dance. A min-max dance is where the dancer does absolutely the least
amount of work for the maximum amount of money. Typically she’ll start the
dance halfway though the first song. Then end the last dance halfway through
the last song. In between she’ll do as little as possible, mostly just posing. If it
was possible to take a nap while doing a lap dance, she’d do that. This girl
had a new strategy. She got to pay for all the dances up front and then
tried to get kick out during the first dance. I'm pretty sure she'd keep the money, for her troubles.
I normally wouldn’t have even approached this particular,
but the waitress told me I should really get dances from her. The dancer was
her friend and really cool, she also was having a bad day too. I don’t know why
but it never ends well when a waitress tries to set me up. Maybe it’s just confirmation bias and I only
remember the terrible dancers. In any case they always seem to end up being a
bad experience. But a few shots of Jack Daniels had pretty much erased any
reluctance I had at that point, so I asked the waitress to invite the dancer over.
I recognized her when she sat down with me. She had been a
pretty high profile performer about five years ago. You couldn’t open a copy of
exotic magazine with out seeing her in an ad. Apparently her post stripping
career had hit a bump and she was back dancing again. We chatted for a bit. She
seemed a bit drunk, but I really couldn’t tell how much. Some people are better
at hiding it then others. She asked for some dances.
She asked me to pay for the dancers up front. I’m fine with
that. As a customer I’m guilt till proven innocent. Until I build up trust with
a dancer she’s best served by treating me as a deranged psychopath. I paid for
four dances. She started out by breaking a several club rules about what to
wear and other things. Like I said, I’m guilty till proven innocent so I keep
my hands at the 10 and 2 o’clock
position by my side. If she wants to break the rules then that’s her business.
She did a quick check to see where the bouncer was.
I’ve been going to the club long enough that the bouncers
basically ignore me. I don’t have any special privileges but in the scheme of
things I’m the least of their problems. I don’t drink too much, the dancers
like me, I spend money. As long as I
don’t cause any drama they are happy to spend their time on more important
things. The bouncer was else where in the club.
The dance progressed on normally until the bouncer returned.
Once the bouncer was close she grabbed my hand and pushed it into an
inappropriate location. I tried to pull it away but she was keeping where it
was. It would have resulted in a pretty obvious tug of war so I left it where
it was. It was the least conspicuous
thing to do. Also, I’m a nice guy but not a monk. The bouncer still ignored us
and turned to walk off. The dancer then began to slap her ass really hard with
her free hand and kept my other hand in place. She kept leaning back trying to
get the bouncers attention. The bounce walked off anyway.
Once the bouncer walked away she let go of my hand. I put my
hands back. As the second song started the bouncer returned. The dancer tried
again to relocate my hands. This time I just kept my hands where they should
be. She got frustrated. She was basically trying to get me kicked out for
having my hands where they shouldn’t be. Unfortunately for her, neither I nor
the bouncer was going to play along.
Eventually she switched to a more straight forward method.
She just got up and walked off. I didn’t object. It wasn’t worth going after
her for the money. After that day I never saw that dancer again. I suspect the
bouncer probably knew what was going on the entire time. I’m pretty sure she
got kicked out after trying that scam on a few guys. I probably should have
said something if the dancer is scamming customers. It’s easier to keep my
mouth shut. I’m just trying to relax and have a good time.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
My own misconceptions
You see the world through the prism of your past
experiences. How I’ve come to view
dancers has changed dramatically since I first started hanging out in strip
clubs. I’ve probably changed more than I realize. It’s difficult to really see
yourself, everybody has blind spots. I’d probably shock myself if I could go
back and time and interview me after my first time visiting a strip club. I
recently reread some of my older personal journal posts that reflected some of
my early misconceptions. I don’t keep a formal journal, but I often write about
things. The process of writing forces me to look at things differently. It’s
harder to lie to myself when I’m writing. I’ll usually delete the entry after
I’m done writing it, but I’ve kept a few of them in my personal files. Here are
a few of the misconceptions I’ve hard about dancers over the years that I saw
in those early posts.
Strippers are stupid
Obviously nobody would get up on stage and take their
clothes off in front of a bunch of drunken strangers if they had a real
education. Right? Wrong. Of all my misconceptions this was the one that was
dispelled the quickest. I tend to listen a lot more than I talk. It didn’t take
long to realize a lot of dancers are very, very smart, in both scholastic and
practical ways. I think a lot of folks can’t get past their preconceptions of
dancers. They want to believe dancers are dumb. I’m not sure if it’s to build
them selves up or to reinforce their stereotype. I’ve experienced intellectual prejudice.
I worked as a gas station attendant while in college. People assume if you’re
filling up cars to make a living you are probably just slightly smarter than the
gas pump you’re standing next too. People
can be really condescending. I was told a few times “What do you know? You work
at a gas station”. And they were sober. I
can’t imagine what drunken insanity dancers deal with.
Strippers are heartless
I used to assume all dancers had utter disdain for their
customers. Customers were just walking wallets to be harvested. This may be
true for some dancers, but not for a lot of them. I think it’s easier for me as
a customer to feel this way as well. If I say or do something rude to a dancer
it can just write it off as “it doesn’t matter, she only wanted my money”. For
either dancer or customer point of view it can be pretty dehumanizing. When I
fainted at a strip club and ended up in the emergency room I was really
surprised to find out a dancer had spent her Saturday night in the waiting room
to see if I was OK. That really floored me. I never expected a dancer to do
that. I figured once I was rolled out the back door they’d go back to business
as usual. I don’t go into clubs assuming that every dancer is going to be my
friend. But I don’t expect them to all be heartless vultures either.
Strippers have no ambition
A girl becomes a stripper because she doesn’t want anything
better for herself. The logic of that sentence is hopelessly twisted and
flawed. I’m not sure why I even had that idea. This is mostly me imposing my
own social preconceptions on somebody else. I’ve met dancers will all sorts of
different levels of ambition. Some are the cliché dancer who only works enough
to cover her next set of bills to other dancers who accomplish more things a
month than I do in a year. It makes me tired just following them on twitter.
This is true in any profession. I know engineers who only do enough to keep
from getting fired, others who are trying to reinvent the world. It’s people
not the profession that make the difference.
Strippers have no morality
Again this is me projecting my Iron Age witch burning puritan
Anglo-Saxon ethics I was raised with on somebody else. I was raised in a
society where public nudity is bad. Playboy was a “dirty” magazine, kept hidden
behind special racks at the store. You had to be 17 to see an R rated movie.
Taking your clothes off for money was not what moral people did. This fallacy
really faded quickly when I came to grips with the fact there wouldn’t be
strippers without strip club customers (me). The fundamental hypocrisy of that
idea is painful. Am I that blind to my own imperfections? I’m as integral to
the strip club world as the strippers. Without guys spending money dancers are
just broke naked women standing alone on a stage. Talk about throwing stones in
glass houses. The larger issues is exactly what about stripping is bad?
Most of this post stems from conversations I had with a
spokes model at a CES show a few years ago. She was hired to present the
products I was supporting at our booth. We were staying at the same hotel and
had the same schedule. We hit it off and I sort of became her older brother.
She was strikingly beautiful. And she was constantly hit on by conventioneers,
I mean constantly. I calculated she was propositioned once every fifteen minutes.
When I was around it at least slowed guys down some.
One day at lunch she was telling me about her trip to a
strip club one night. It was the usual stranger in a strange land kind of
experience. She just couldn’t believe a woman could do that for money. We got
into a lengthy discussion about how her job compares to stripping. I’m pretty
sure I changed her opinion of dancers for the better. I at least convinced her
that not all dancers are train wrecks.
Her (and my) misconceptions are really are just really
different as aspects of a larger one. The misconception stripping is bad and if
somebody is doing it they must have failed somewhere. This is just patently false.
If you described a typical a person as in young, self employed, making enough
money to comfortable you’d probably be impressed. Most people that age are
struggling to make ends meet and probably still living with their parents. You
add the word “stripper” to that same description and everything changes yet
nothing has changed. They are still the same person.
I’ve think there are four categories dancers fall into when
it comes to why they are dancing. Obviously they are dancing to make money but
they’re larger situation is much different. Most girls are dancing not because
they are morally bankrupt its their situation that determines it. This is a
breakdown as I perceive it. Most dancers don’t fit exactly into a category but
they generally fall into one.
The Professional Stripper
This is what she does for a living. She isn’t going to school
or waiting for something better to come along. She is happy to strip for a
living. Most professional strippers I know are college educated. She chose to
do this as a living.
The Lifestyle Stripper
This dancer loves everything about stripping except stripping.
It would be a great job except for the customers, the sleazy management, and
other strippers. They like the money and the huge flexibility the job gives
them. The like working in a bar, the late nights, and their friends they work
with. However, they really don’t like the stripping itself. It’s just a
necessary evil they have to put with to get the other perks. Stripping isn’t the
perfect job but it is close enough to keep doing.
The Best Option Stripper
The girls dance because it’s their best option at the moment.
The job provides enough income and flexibility to accomplish what they want in
life like going to school or raising their kids. Most would quit stripping in a
heartbeat if they could find another job with that let them accomplish the same
things. Unfortunately most of society doesn’t see stripping as a best option.
The Only Option Stripper
These are the train wreck girls who strip because it’s they
only thing they can do. Whether its drugs or personal problems they can’t
function at most jobs. One perk about stripping (at least in Portland )
is it’s virtually impossible to get fired. Even if you do get ‘fired’ you can
go work at another club down the road. These are the cliché strippers you
typically see in the media. They make for entertaining reading. Sadly, they end
up representing what most people think strippers are like even though they are,
in my opinion, the smallest percentage of dancers.
I think most folks would find this odd, but I’ve probably
grown as a person from hanging out at a strip club. I’ve had to confront some
of my deep seated biases about other people. We all have blind spots when it
comes to ourselves. I hope I always have the desire and courage to try and find
mine.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Customer Support
I try to avoid making general assumptions, but generally speaking, dancers are way more open and honest about their sexuality then most other women I know. Conversations I couldn’t imagine having with my female co-workers wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow with dancers. Add some alcohol and you can get some really interesting phone calls.
It’s not uncommon for me to get text messages at 3am from dancers. They are just getting off work and most of their friends are still up. I’ve turned off the text chime on phone so I can sleep. They can text away all they want. I’ll read them in the morning when I get up. I rarely get phone calls, when I do it’s usually a butt call. If a dancer calls me, I’ll just let it go to voice mail. I’ll check the voice mail with the text messages in the morning.
So I didn’t answer the phone late one night in February. I didn’t pick up when it rang again five minutes later. When it rang a third time I picked up. If somebody is going to call me three times its probably important. Caller ID helps too, there are a lot of folks I’d just turn the phone off if they called me in the morning. My initial thought was she was stuck some place and needed a ride. I was wrong. Here is the conversation as best as I can remember it. I’m sure I got minor details wrong here and there, but the gist is of the conversation is correct.
Me: Hello
Her: I need your help!
Me: err, umm, What?
Her: I need you help.
Me: What’s wrong?
Her: My vibrator is broken.
Me: What?
Her: My vibrator is broken
Me: Are you serious?
Her: Yes, I’m serious
Me; You’ve got to be kidding. Is it like stuck some place or something?
Her: No, don’t be an ass.
(About this time I notice she’s slurring her words)
Me: Are you drunk?
Her: Doesn’t matter, can you help me?
Me: Just buy a new one
Her: I don’t want a new one, I want this one.
Me: What? You’re hammered.
Her: This one is special
Me: Special? That’s seriously stupid. Just buy the same model
Her: No, I’ve had this vibrator longer than most of my boyfriends
Me: Is this something to be proud of?
Her: You’re being an ass. I want it fixed, can you help me?
Me: Now?
Her; No, not now it’s late
Me: No shit, why did you call me then?
Her: I need to know, can you fix it?
Me: The vibrator?
Her: Yes the vibrator. What do you think I’m fucking talking about, I thought you were smart?
Me: Not at 3am.
Her: So can you fix it?
Me: Maybe, depends on what’s wrong. What does it do?
Her: Nothing
Me: Does the on/off switch feel normal.
Her: It doesn’t have a switch, it has a dial
Me: OK, so does the dial feel normal?
Her: Yeah, I guess. I don’t know
Me: Does it make any noise when you turn it on?
Her: Nothing
Me: It’s just dead then?
Her: Yeah
Me: I dunno, I might be able to fix it, depends on what failed. If the motor burned out you’re screwed. If the dial or a battery contact broke I can probably fix it.
Her: Batteries…………Oh, shit
Me: You’ve got to be kidding…. (call ends) …You didn’t replace the batteries?
I don’t think she remembered much of the call when she sobered up. Next time I talked to here she acted as if the call never occurred For the technically curious this wasn't Savannah from the Good Vibrations post. I guess I can go to work as customer support for a sex toy company if I ever lose my job. It’s always good to have a back up career.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Double Negative
I've read something creepy things in blogs and other things that just upset me. Usually it’s about a dancer describing some incident at club. Sometimes other things you never expect to bug who will set your teeth on edge. I recently ran into a comment like that in a titsandsass.com article what got to me was a comment in a movie review of all things. It didn’t really bug me when I first read it. After a while it irritated me more and more. It’s kind of a run on sentence but here is the entire comment from the titandsass.com article:
I’m not necessarily opposed to ripping off rich men as a viable plan for financial success, but Holly does little more than make it painfully clear what a lonely, broken little thing she is, and unlike her love interests, I don’t see the appeal in that.
So stealing is OK? “Not necessarily opposed” is just a way of softening the phrase to not be so harsh, but double negatives still mean positive. I’m “all for” or “OK with” also convey a similar meaning, but with a little less enthusiasm. Regardless of the level of enthusiasm stealing is not right ever. Then you add the caveat of rich men. So is that supposed to make it more palatable if they aren’t impacted as much? It’s still wrong. If I wrote “I’m not necessarily opposed to guys groping strippers" most dancers would be offended. It’s OK to grope them because they are strippers, not nuns. Nun or stripper it’s not OK to commit sexual assault. It’s not OK to rip off people, rich or not. I imagine the fact I'm one of those guys it's OK to rip off is what really got to me.
I think one of the factors that caught me off guard was the titsandsass.com article. The titsandsass.com web site has articles about sex worker issues written by sex workers. They have well written articles and commentary about the industry. Granted it’s an off hand comment and not a central theme, but it’s not what I expect to see there. If I was one of her clients I’d drop her in a heart beat if she really thought stealing from me was OK.
There are dancers who will cheat and steal from customers. In my experience they tend to be the exception not the norm. Most dancers seem to steal from each other rather than customers.
The cliché is that a dancer or escort is in that business because they are somehow broken. That no one would willingly choose this life for themselves and they are on the road to destruction. The truth is the exact opposite. I know a lot of women who have these jobs and are very successful and happy. This maybe but a small example but it takes away from the legitimacy of the industry. How can you be happy in an industry theft is the norm? Legitimate industries don’t condone stealing from their customers. Theft happens in every industry. The better industries do not tolerate it. I’d like to think strippers are better than used car salesmen.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Statler and Waldorf visit a strip club
Recently I spent more time watching customers
than dancers a couple weeks ago. Two women walked in and immediately sat down
at the stage. The way they conducted themselves reminded me of Statler and
Waldorf from the Muppet show. They sat there they entire time and did nothing
but talk among themselves. Statler and Waldorf were better looking though. They
sat at the stage and glowered at the dancers. At first I didn’t think they had
any change, but after the waitress came back with the change they still weren’t
tipping.
Women customers at strip clubs seem to inhabit the
extremes. They are either the absolutely best or worse customers ever. Some of
it is probably because they get treated differently. The two that entered the club this night were
definitely among the worse of the specturm.
That sat at the stage and didn’t tip a dollar. Not a single penny. When
I put a single dollar up I infinitely out tipped them. Any divided by zero is
infinite and zero was what they were tipping. They spent most of their time
talking to each other. They watched the dancers in a disinterested way. Sort of
like a king absently watching a court jester while discussing the affairs of
state. There was nothing noble about their conduct.
I’ve noted this before women get held to a
different standard than men do in a strip club. They sat at the stage through
six dancers that I saw (twelve songs, approximately half an hour) and didn’t
put up a penny. Most of the dancers simply ignored them, or glared at them from
across the stage. One dancer tried to engage them. Once she got on stage she
immediately walked over the two women hopped over the rail and motor boated one
of the women. They still didn’t tip.
Apparently the two rail trolls weren’t
tipping the waitress either. After the second round of drinks the waitress
seemed to make it a point to not spend much time near them. They were equal
opportunity assholes. Important strip club safety tip: take care of your
waitress.
They sat at the stage for the almost the
entire rotation of dancers and didn’t put up penny and nobody did anything. The
manager walked by and ignored them. The DJ did say a peep, not even the
“Tipping isn’t a city in China
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