My first summer at the club, I had two customers in town from Japan.
When they found out I was getting my apparel design degree and saving money for a Japanese sewing machine, they went bananas.
They told me they would buy dances from me all summer so I could purchase one of their country’s finest exports.
Sadly, on their last night in town, one of them couldn’t make it.
So the remaining businessman brought a teddy bear in place of his friend and insisted that I dance for the stuffed animal. Read moreRead More