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Originally Posted by dnh83
One time in Vegas I was at Treasures and got a lap dance from a stripper named Tyson. We had a special bond. She admitted to me her real name was Donita which she said is spanish for donut, and she said she had a brother or sister, can't remember which, who died in the Oklahoma City bombings. It was very emotional. We made out and I Karak'd her while getting the dance for no extra charge. She even said afterwards when I paid for the dance, "I should be paying you." I got her number, she said call me the next day, we'll hang out. I called her the next day and she said she had a good time, but that she drank way too much the night before and was feeling like crap. Could have been lying obv, but she did sound like it. Anyway I never did see her again, and my dream of banging a stripper has still yet to be fulfilled.
Not really a bad beat, just felt like reminiscing about some happier times
I befriended a stripper named Christina, from Spearmint Rhino. I got her to cook for our house (several years in fact) She wanted to take a few of us out to a club (went to the Luxor club, (I don't remember the name, Lava or something, didn't like it) so we did.
I'm not a fan of night clubs, so got bored kinda early. I told my 2 other friends who were there + Christina that I was leaving. So I left. I got home and remember vividly helping one of my friends (Aaron, not AE, but a different one) with poker tracker, reviewing one of his sessions.
20 minutes later the 3 of them arrived. Christina told me she had a headache and wanted to lay down, so naturally I brought her to my room (which was the master bedroom with a couch). I didn't think much of it, and went back down to continue analyzing hands.
When we finished, went back up, and Christina was obv not there anymore. I then realized what happened and felt like an idiot. (She banged a different friend of mine)
Topping it off, in the morning she slinked to my room, completely disshelved, and gave me a bizarre apology.