Sitting at a Bar Stool

At a bikini bar at 2 in the afternoon...I cant wait to be famous stillettos and charlie horses hardly go together...smh

Broke Ass

Aint been to work since Monday. Sprained arm. Occupational Hazard. Damn those pole tricks.

I cant believe I'm still alive...

Its 1:10 March 30. And I just realized I havent been to sleep in 32 hours...that is a personal best for me. I tried to cop a wink in the VIP room but the leather on the seats was too cold and everyone was driving me insane...

Try better than that pa...

This guy asked me if he can holla. I tell him I'm married nigga had the unemitigated gall to say,"You cant be happily married if you work in this nasty spot"
"I dont dance in nasty spots, there is a dressing room showers and at least 3 bathrooms wherever I work."
"Nah not nasty like that. I meant it in describing the place."
"You in here you must be a nasty nigga"
"I'm just saying I got 500 if you hop in the whip"
"Pa my hubby make 5k a day. He buying me a whip. Be easy."
"Bitch!"
"Thank you"

If You aint tipping get the fuck away from me?

Is it that hard to ask? This how I feel. A man knows the difference between a bar and strip club. So why would u come in the club. Post up and dont tip no one. Not one dollar. All you do is drink at the bar. I got a rule; Every mouthafucker who walk through them doors is giving me 5 dollars, thats the minimum, if you want to give me more or give me a VIP or Lapdance thats even better. Thats why I so affluent.
I'm shaking my ass, half naked, working up a sweat, living off red bulls, flipping upside down on a damn pole, got to pay tip in/tip out, eating/sleeping/living in this bitch and you cant give me one dollar?
Cheap muthafuckaz hate me. I shame them, at the bar in front of they boy (I'm reckless). Still made 4 bills tonight. Niggas think its a game.

**Fairytalez iz the Truth** said the DJ...

Ballaz pipe stand tall in they pantz
Youd tink Ima Indian the way I rain dance


(Constellation of a Block Star Mixtape, coming to a strip club near ya lmao)

I had to do one wack blog....

I hate my fucking job sumtimes lol word...

Grown Girl Cooties

I wrote this haiku it went like this,"Sadly, strippers hold dollar bills like band aids." At least all the ones who think money is going to help their problem.
Most of the girls at my main club in the Bronx is really ruthless and get beer muscles. They go the extra mile. Several have pimps and they are cut throat on game feild.
They say I'm stuck up because I don't speak to them. I feel like I don't have to say any more than hi and bye. I'm not gonna front my homegirl that works at the club got a pimp but she dont get in my grill like these other chicks b doing calling me a lame because I don't want the extra mile. Money aint worth my name. Money aint even backed by gold.
I can feel chicks that got to take care of families, clear debt, a tight situation but if you is young healthy and all about the dollar in this business you lose your soul quicker than you realize. I'm almost ashamed to say it, but I dont speak to the girls at my job because I dont want to be like them.