Still one of my favorite moments of stripper-gypsyness. I had just arrived in Hong Kong, Jet-lagged and tired and was welcomed by the vanilla scented storm of uncontrollable madness that was Nicole. In that moment I was overwhelmed and somewhat frightened by my very own adventure-lust that got me here in the first place. Now looking back, this exhausting time full of darkness and sinful fun was one of the brightest times of my stripper-life.
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Still one of my favorite moments of stripper-gypsyness. I had just arrived in Hong Kong, Jet-lagged and tired and was welcomed by the vanilla scented storm of uncontrollable madness that was Nicole. In that moment I was overwhelmed and somewhat frightened by my very own adventure-lust that got me here in the first place. Now looking back, this exhausting time full of darkness and sinful fun was one of the brightest times of my stripper-life.

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A Dr. in Yoga Therapy and Spiritual Wellness
The group chairman of a big Bank
An exercise specialist for “extreme fitness”
A Cuban who came in on a float back then (and now lives in “millionaire’s row”)
A high school math teacher
One of Schwarzenegger’s security guys
An Argentine couple on their engagement-ring-shopping-trip (who will break up later that night)
A property lawyer from Paris
A retired nuclear physicist 
What they all have in common now is that girl in that club that night.

A Dr. in Yoga Therapy and Spiritual Wellness

The group chairman of a big Bank

An exercise specialist for “extreme fitness”

A Cuban who came in on a float back then (and now lives in “millionaire’s row”)

A high school math teacher

One of Schwarzenegger’s security guys

An Argentine couple on their engagement-ring-shopping-trip (who will break up later that night)

A property lawyer from Paris

A retired nuclear physicist 

What they all have in common now is that girl in that club that night.

Das uns Mädels immer wieder vermeintlich wohl wollend unterstellt wird, dass wir im Gegensatz zu Männern keine animalischen Drecksluder sind und wir - wenn wir uns aber so darstellen - dies nur aus verzweifeltem Anerkennungswunsch tun find ich anmaßend und anstrengend. Wir sind also nicht auch böse, schlecht, triebgesteuert, egoistisch, impulsiv, manipulativ, vergnügungssüchtig, kurzdenkend & laut? Wow. What high expectations to live up to. 

Das uns Mädels immer wieder vermeintlich wohl wollend unterstellt wird, dass wir im Gegensatz zu Männern keine animalischen Drecksluder sind und wir - wenn wir uns aber so darstellen - dies nur aus verzweifeltem Anerkennungswunsch tun find ich anmaßend und anstrengend. Wir sind also nicht auch böse, schlecht, triebgesteuert, egoistisch, impulsiv, manipulativ, vergnügungssüchtig, kurzdenkend & laut? Wow. What high expectations to live up to. 

I just met The Happy Dancer. 
I met The Happy Dancer first on stripper-web, the virtual place I like to hang most besides facebook and youporn. She replied to some old post of mine that said ‘German dancer looking for travelbuddy’. She had just moved to Berlin and asked if I wanted to catch up sometime. Always keen to meet girls who share my interest in sleazy career paths I said “Yes, sure!”. I say “Yes, sure!” a lot, knowing I will most likely not commit to it. But this time I did.     
Arrogantly assuming that a tourist would be fine with just any place, I suggested a bar just around the corner from where I live. I get so comfortable these days. I hate it. Another reason to take off again soon. “You will be recognizing me wearing green shorts and a blue bag” she said in her last message. “And you will spot me from my leo-leggings”, I replied. 
I didn’t immediately spot Amanda. I saw a girl sitting a few tables away, all by herself and looking towards the entrance of the bar. She had long blonde hair and did carry a blueish woolen bag. But she seemed way too innocent and normal to be a girl that bends down naked for single dollar-bills. Surely she was just waiting for her boyfriend to return from the bathroom. Or maybe he went in to ask for the address of some popular Berlin sight they planned on checking out after their coffee. Eastside Gallery or this cool Karaoke event in this Park everyone talks about. But her boyfriend didn’t come back. Instead she shyly attempted a smile when she saw me looking at her. I smiled back. She got up and came towards me. I got up too. “Is it You?” I asked . “Yes, hi!” She smiled in a way only a happy dancer could and we hugged. And now I also could see those green shorts.

To be continued? Yes, sure.

I just met The Happy Dancer. 

I met The Happy Dancer first on stripper-web, the virtual place I like to hang most besides facebook and youporn. She replied to some old post of mine that said ‘German dancer looking for travelbuddy’. She had just moved to Berlin and asked if I wanted to catch up sometime. Always keen to meet girls who share my interest in sleazy career paths I said “Yes, sure!”. I say “Yes, sure!” a lot, knowing I will most likely not commit to it. But this time I did.     

Arrogantly assuming that a tourist would be fine with just any place, I suggested a bar just around the corner from where I live. I get so comfortable these days. I hate it. Another reason to take off again soon. “You will be recognizing me wearing green shorts and a blue bag” she said in her last message. “And you will spot me from my leo-leggings”, I replied. 

I didn’t immediately spot Amanda. I saw a girl sitting a few tables away, all by herself and looking towards the entrance of the bar. She had long blonde hair and did carry a blueish woolen bag. But she seemed way too innocent and normal to be a girl that bends down naked for single dollar-bills. Surely she was just waiting for her boyfriend to return from the bathroom. Or maybe he went in to ask for the address of some popular Berlin sight they planned on checking out after their coffee. Eastside Gallery or this cool Karaoke event in this Park everyone talks about. But her boyfriend didn’t come back. Instead she shyly attempted a smile when she saw me looking at her. I smiled back. She got up and came towards me. I got up too. “Is it You?” I asked . “Yes, hi!” She smiled in a way only a happy dancer could and we hugged. And now I also could see those green shorts.

To be continued? Yes, sure.