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anything but a wasted life

You won’t believe this. Pepé Le Pew had the audacity to tell me not to order the risotto with white truffle at dinner last night because it was too expensive. 458 more words

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anything but a wasted life


It pained me, because I would have liked the cash, but I told the Marine I couldn’t. This turned out to be a good tactic for getting more dances, but he wouldn’t shut up about it. 67 more words

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Spray tanner in a small dressing room is such horseshit. Do you know how much that shit stinks? It hangs in the air like Pigpen’s dust cloud, choking me with its chemical taste. 31 more words

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anything but a wasted life


The way I was raised in the industry, if you tried to get all cozy with the seasoned gals on your first night, they would have laughed and told you to shut your mouth, listen, or fuck off. 233 more words

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I’m not feisty enough to deal with the gaggle of young boys in here right now. I feel like the early bird special. These kids don’t even look old enough to be in this motherfucker. 73 more words

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I feel like I’m a hundred years old. I can barely stand. The crowd is horrible, and the sad thing is I don’t give a good fuck about money right now. 49 more words

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A guy just asked me how old I was while I was on stage. That’s a first. I told him the truth. Because I’m too old to care, and apparently too stupid, to lie. 40 more words

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