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Note: Some stories include topics of sexual harassment and drug abuse. Please proceed with caution.

"About halfway through, I asked them if they had ever just kissed each other. They then stood there and kissed each other while paying me for the time in the back to do that. I met a lot of cool people and made many people happy."

"And another man paid me $50 to smell my feet and to put them on his face. These are examples off the top of my head…there are many more I’m forgetting."

"When I actually do dance in the rooms, I’ll take my top off and often sing along to the music and make it fun. I can’t stay serious for very long, so it’s a lot of laughing and cracking jokes in between being sexy. I consider myself the world’s funniest erection."

"My best friend is a stripper, and this is absolutely true (at least of the clubs in Portland). She’s worked at 10 different places. No penetrative sex or oral sex is allowed, and no 'exchanging of fluids,' which I believe includes making out. Undercover cops come through all the time, so the owners will NOT risk it. My friend even worked at a place that had actual beds in the back room — still, no sex."

"I also worked for a bit down the road at Olympic Gardens, not nearly as nice. I have no idea what happened in their weird velvet curtain rooms, but I'm sure it involved STDs. And man, those girls walked out with so much cash in the morning, but they were always broke."

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