"I don't give a fuck!--" The man named Mario stopped shouting after she escaped a loud fart around the cubicle. Their voices seeming to come to a halt from the horrendous distraction. Her beautifully scented fart rang across the room with different...
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"Why the fuck am I here,"
The loud pop music coursed through her veins, trying to cheer her mood up. A scowl formed on the ends of her lips as Tiffany realized she was back on a filthy place that she oath not to step foot on. It brings back the worst memories. Memories that can give her anxiety and a pang inside her heart.
Rosalinda tried to define what her type of crazy seemed like while they were walking. Tiffany thought her type of crazy meant jobs in carnivals, or maybe being a clown could help her throughout the difficulties of life.
But, no. There were strippers on stage, their huge titties out for show. Great, they were flaunting it towards Tiffany and she couldn't help but scowl a little deeper.
#TittiesoutforTiffany.
Some men were hungrily sitting by the stage, throwing bills, slipping on these women's undergarments while others didn't give a fück as they have their own women whom they can freely touch and pay for a night.
It made her sad to look at their stoned faces because those women looked like they didn't know what they were doing and she meant that they looked like they were out of this world. Drugged. They were probably drugging themselves to forget tonight's festivities or to probably forget their own dignity as they flash their own flesh around those disgusting pigs.
"I am not becoming a stripper," Tiffany thought out loud, instantly being pulled by a tall, muscular (probably on steroids) bald man wearing a tight black shirt. Black ink trailed from his elbow up to his biceps, hiding beneath the wings of his shirt. She simply caught a glimpse of a swan with a lot of flowers surrounding it.
"Pfft," The woman tried to hide her giggle, and baldy's ears seem to be perceptive.
"What are you laughing at?!" He blurted out while they entered a deep, velvety red, carpeted hallway. Walls covered in picture frames that she couldn't get to appreciate because of how tight the man was tugging her wrists. "Oh, so help me God! You were talking to yourself and now you're laughing by yourself too! You women are going to drive me nuts! I'm too bald for this!" He exclaimed, too caught up in his own thoughts as he talked to himself. Mumbling 'women', 'my wife' and 'crazy' for a lot of times.
