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powerlineprincess · 11 months
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The Dressing Room 2023. 35mm. K.E.A. LuxHill
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h0ttie2000s · 2 years
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ʏᴀssss ᴄʜʏɴᴀ..❥♔♡
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dairyofabadbtch · 4 months
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sirenvlogs · 1 year
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in the locker room taking a break from waiting oh so patiently out on the floor for a nice man to take me upstairs to a champagne room and spend his savings on me
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tatiyayo · 2 years
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iamdivineee · 5 months
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I usually never write in tumblr because I feel no one will notice, the same goes for what’s happening in my life right now, no one notices me anymore. So I feel depressed, & the only person I talk to nowadays is my therapist, my bestie Tiff & my brother. And a few people know I was raped this year. I thought I got over it but I been slowly been crawling into despair. I have no motivation or discipline. I haven’t cleaned the floors of my apartment in 2 months. I hate showering but I do it for the sake of my routine. At least, I haven’t thought about wanting to die I just don’t want to do anything. Sleep is my drug. Caffeine is my motivation. Weed is my escape. My therapist I feel he has notice these changes in me but hasn’t vocally said anything. He told me to get a hobby again. He told me the same shit last year. Still no hobby. I actually just said I have no energy to think, do, feel or even exist sometimes. Another stressful thing coming up in my life, is that I have to work at the place I got raped. It’s really fucking with me. If I don’t I need to find another job (nothing I hate more than “9 to 5 “ jobs also I have an autoimmune disease and stripping it’s easier for flexibility in schedule, I make my own) oh yeah I’m a stripper with an autoimmune disease and bpd. I’m a whole shit storm tbh but it’s okay I think. Anyways, whoever feels the same hit me up or just like this post. Att. Gossip girl ;)
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tightlikeglue · 1 year
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11234799990000 · 2 years
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stluxxx336 · 1 year
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Star Baby -LuxHill336
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h0ttie2000s · 1 year
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𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝒶 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷...★~◠‿◕✿
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dairyofabadbtch · 4 months
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‘cause i been in and out the bank , nowadays ion even want to talk if ain’t money conversation ~
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sirenvlogs · 2 months
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lonelyicycle · 1 year
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The past weekend, I felt more like myself than I have in a while at work. However, Saturday was a blast to the past with my anxiety and paranoia attacking me. Every inch of my skin crawled when I approached a customer, believing that I would be rejected, dismissed, or relinquished from each man after an introduction. Working two days, I only made around $1,200 which is far from my worst, but even further from my best. As a silver lining, my goal of becoming a better VIP hustler has been progressing since I sold a VIP both shifts that I worked.
Friday was consistent. People were there, available, and ready to be persuaded. Saturday was the effect of my own paranoia. I only approached four customers in a matter of 6 hours, doubting myself every moment. Up until thirty minutes before close, I had only earned my stage fee/house fee/stage rent. Then, the one man I needed appeared. Others in the industry understand, it only takes that one.
Calling him over to me, he walked through the ocean of bodies covering the floor, the aroma of alcohol from him wafting towards me. It mixed well with the nicotine hanging low in the air. With very little conversation, I was straddling him, grinding and gyrating. Sweet nothings filled the air between us as I leaned in close. "Let's go to VIP baby." Only twenty minutes left on the clock for the night. Without hesitation, he says yes, walks himself to the ass-to-mouth machine (ATM), and withdraws his cash. "Thank you baby," I elate, taking his hand and leading him to the dark, private room. He was a wonderful man, respectful, timid, and new to the club scene. One of my favorite types of customers. We had an incredible time in VIP together, and ended my night with securing a whale.
Even with that, I still feel the paranoia about going to work. I feel anxious, like it's not worth going because it's not going to work out in my favor. The paranoia continues lingering, tiring my brain and my body. I believe I'm being plagued by paranoia, yet every night at work tends to be successful. I am me. I am powerful. I am admired. I am an inspiration to others. Damn you paranoia for making me believe any differently this weekend.
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ms-dlish · 4 months
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