My “strip club bathroom shot” came out pretty shitty, but I did inspect the pants hanging over the door while I was in there, and they were a size 0. Harlot. The bag was mine, so eff her. Don’t ask why I was there in the first place. (The strip club, that is. Not the bathroom.)
I must admit it’s slightly bizarre to use a restroom which also functions as a dressing room for strippers. (Sorry. Exotic dancers.) I think all they do back there is apply bronzer for hours on end and then go on stage, take their tops off for one song, put them back on, go back and apply more. Repeat.
There was one chick that could hang upside down on the pole and slide all the way down, which I must salute because it looks crazy hard to do and I’m sure takes some kind of serious athletic ability. That, and compensating for all the self-tanner that’s covering the pole.
