Death, Taxes, and a Two-Song Set
Strippers and strip clubs...I am a nice guy. Stupidly nice. When I went through my divorce, I "drowned my sorrows" in strip clubs, and it was truly a step into another world. This book is about what I went through and what it all meant to me, framed by lapdances and pole-work and an evolving understanding of my own morality and the motivations and personalities of the amazing women I encountered.
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