So, My honey and I were bored.

“Lets go to that stripper joint!”

It’s only 2 blocks from us.

Yes, a girl tried to kiss me and yes, another girl tried to lap dance my honey. lol.  I think he enjoyed it, or at least, I hope he did.

It only took me two songs before I found the bathroom and found the women behind the scenes.

I asked for interviews, but they had to be back on stage.  Or, were scared to talk.  As the evening carried on, I had strippers sitting beside me next to the stage and telling me their life stories!  Amazing.

But it was full on tits out, deadline situation before I finally I convinced one lovely lady to talk to me on camera in their dressing (undressing?) area.

I spent my time being amazed by their abilities on the pole and being amazed by the stories I pried out of them.

I’m pretty ruthless.

I have a goal.

I needed to know WHY were they there?

The money.

Bottom line, the money.

All 5 girls I talked to had a family, and kids, and hopes and dreams.

And all 5 talked about poles that were not safe, not being escorted to their cars at night – situations that were not conducive to safety at all!

Here I was, sneaking an interview in a no cameras allowed establishment, and begging them for info.  I promised them ‘No names’ and they gave me that.

This is me in the middle of two amazing chicks.

Who are doing what they can, with what they have.

And yeah, I gave them my name and number because, I know they are more than their bodies.

And I think I found ‘my thing’.  I think I love sneaking in and interviewing people.  Maybe, one day, I’ll be a journalist.