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I used to be drinking buddies with a stripper. I worked in a pizza place just across the road from where she stripped, and come finishing time I'd stop in a nearby bar for a couple of pints, where she'd invariably join me and start bitching about her job. She was a real stereotypical stripper mess - abusive dad, drug problems, about a billion semi-finished degrees, panicking about getting older - and would frequently rant about how she wanted to stab her customers. Sometimes she'd get sloppy drunk and ask me if I wanted to gently caress her. I always declined. Anyway, one day she stabbed a customer in the dick four times. That is to say, she stabbed one customer's dick four times. Our pizzas were only mediocre.
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