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Originally posted by Penske_Account
True story:
I used to go to strip clubs by myself, and I don't think it was creepy.
Back when I lived in DC and was a student, I resided in a number of apartments/houses over a number of years that were (a) in Georgetown or slightly north of it, proper; and (b) lacked washing machines/dryers. There was a laundrymat on Wisconsin Ave. north of G-town. Next door was a stripper bar-can't remember the name, but it was sleazy. Across the street was a stripper bar, Good Guys. I'd go do my laundry and while I was waiting for wash and dry cycles to cycle, I'd go watch the strippers and drink beer. And I got one to go home w/ me, albeit via an encounter in the laundrymat, she was doing her laundry between sets and a conversation about fabric softener led to another thing....
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true story: I was friends with a stripper* who worked in DC for a while at a strip club that was located near Sign of the Whale. I forget the name of the stripping establishment. Do you know it?
*adding my anecdotal evidence to Spanky's, she was crazy, had low self-esteem and had a pretty bad coke habit (which tended to make her all the more crazy). she could be a lot of fun though.
