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Guys always talk about Providence whenever they wanna hit up strip clubs. I’ve never been, but if you’re willing to travel that far I always assumed it was a step up from Sweaty Betty’s or the Fuzzy Grape. Then I came across this today on the Instagram machine from the Wild Zebra Gentlemen’s Club and I’m extremely confused…
God have mercy on us all. I’m not really one for pointless public shaming, but what has happened to the great American strip club? I understand that you can’t be that choosy when hiring skags to take their clothes off and possibly give a $50 handjob in the back room. But this is just……
….wow. Everyone can find a job in Trump’s America. I guess the question we’re all wondering is, are you pre or post-op girl? That’s 46 years of smack, syphilis, and sausage will do to your average Providence public school dropout. The girl on the left calls herself “cliterally” and seems to be decorated with track marks and broken dreams. It’s like a DARE commercial for meth heads – before, and WAY before.
And from the looks of the rest of the help at this lovely establishment these two seem to be the MVPs…..
At the very least this has given me the confidence to know that if blogging doesn’t work out for me it’s never too late to pursue a career as a junked out Hep-opotamus in Providence. Hope you guys are good tippers, because I don’t work for drinks.