I was talking to a friend of mine from Los Angeles a few days ago. It made me recall a time, some years prior, when I had told him I was coming to visit.
“Cool,” he said. “There are some dynamite strip clubs in LA.”
I responded, “My brother. I don’t go to strip clubs in Cleveland, why would I travel all the way to Los Angeles to go to one?”
Anyway, when I arrive, he says he still has to go by one to transact some business, and would I mind.
“No,” I answered. ” Do what you do. ”
We get there, and I take a seat in the far corner. After a few minutes, a young lady, in her mid-twenties, resembling my favorite actress, Angela Bassett, comes up to me and slides her hand up my leg. “Can I do something for you?”
“Naw. I’m good.”
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