I just listened to a True crime podcast with an interview with a stripper.
And she claims, that it is her job, to get a male customer to talk about himself.
That can’t be true, but at the same time, I guess it makes sense.
Just from a business perspective.
But if that’s true, why would anyone go to therapy, any maqle, when you could just go to a stripper?
And what type of conversation are you honestly looking for?
Someone mainly facilitating external stimulus, trying to lure the inner and true version of yourself out with alcohol and millions of years of biological evolution.
Hmmm 🤔
Never thought about it.
This entire time, I could have been unloading my s*** on strippers.
What the f*** was I thinking?
So I thought, listening to a stripper talk is both hilarious and sad. Carefree plucky attitude, clearly masking early childhood abuse.
Let’s not say all, but this one I’m listening to, for sure.
You speak like a child.
People are funny 🤣🤣
They do funny things.
No shame in the game I suppose, just a funny game.
If you get old, and if you’ve listened to enough music, you begin to discern which songs are just ripping off other songs.
Expand on the thought, which artist is ripping off other artists, which intellectual is running with a previous intellectuals torch.
(apostrophe s)
Seriously?
(That’s ownership, right ?)
You’re a real pain in the dick sometimes.
(Pretty sure it’s an apostrophe )
I don’t even remember what I was talking about, thanks a lot.
Strippers, sad men paying for confessional, probably a link to the Catholic Church, there is no new thing under the sun..
dawn 