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Most of my ex's were strippers, including one particularly psychotic one that I lived with for five years. When I split up with that ex I moved into a townhouse in a development that was right behind a plaza with a strip club in it, so my townhouse became somewhat of a stripper flophouse for a while. I also ran strip clubs for years, and as much as I'd like to say I was professional and didn't date the girls, towards the end I wasn't. Those were some good times, but I couldn't imagine living like that again. If you date a stripper you have to accustom yourself to some pretty fucked up hours...
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