I don’t like burlesque, if I got to strip clubs I want to see no panties and no nipple covers, because nipple covers are pretty much the same fucking thing as wearing a fucking shirt in my perverted world. If I can’t see the color and size of a bitch’s nipples or the hang of her cooch, then I know that I’ve been ripped off. What I do know is that she makes more money doing this artsy faggot dances than the strippers I know who suck dick for 50 dollars in the booth, but she’s way less authentic. She’s like the candy coated stripper who still does Penthouse pictorials and is officially more of a pornstar than any of the girls I know, but pretends she’s an artist.

These pictures may or may not be old and I really don’t give a fuck because I am sick and my flu killed my weekend, even though everyday is a fuckin’ weekend.

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