Goddess Of Love

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We would say,

O se trouve les restaurant sais predict?

O se trouve les restaurant sais predict?

Very good. And if we wanted to know...

Stretch... and lift.

And greet them. And greet them.

And say hello again.

Come on baby, come over here.

You do your goddamn job!

You tell that motherf*cker he owes me $75

for this and to brush his goddamn teeth!

F*cking cocksucker.

Avoid guys in baseball caps

because they're broke.

And they spend the entire time

trying to finger-f*ck you.

Stupid ass.

What are you covering up?

Oh, I just have uhh... these...

spider bites.

You got bit in here?

Let me see.

Where? I don't see anything.

Well they're... it's better now,

they were worse before

- Can you tighten this for me?

- Yeah.

Do it tight.

Make it look like I don't

eat bread and shit...

Girl, I swear I stopped

dancing in Vegas

so I wouldn't have to

deal with these bastards.

You know I danced for a guy

tonight in a wheelchair,

said it was his birthday and

he was gonna f*ck me in the ass.

I swear to Christ, all men

are the f*cking same.

Too bad these motherf*ckers don't know

I like pussy.

Stupid asses.

- You not finished?

- Yeah, here ya go.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

You're new here right?

Yeah.

So what's your name?

Venus.

- You're real name, bitch.

- It's Venus.

Oh, well I'm Jupiter, nice to meet you.

I'm just f*cking with you.

I'm Chanel. Well, Bethany,

but f*ck that, right?

Ain't nobody trying to buy no dance

from no bitch named Bethany.

You must clean up in here?

I do okay.

What's okay?

Like $100 to $200 a night, maybe.

That's f*cking ridiculous.

You might as well wait goddamn tables

in this bitch.

No stripper should be hurtin' for a cash.

Do you know you can make just as much as

an attorney if you play your cards right?

So what's your game?

Ummm, I walk around the room

and if somebody wants a dance then

No, no nah... Stop right there,

I'm gonna help you...

'Cause you on that bullshit.

This is a sales job,

you have to know how to work these guys.

Don't talk about their job, or

their family, their little kids,

their boring-ass reality,

don't nobody want to hear that shit.

You have to keep it all in fantasy.

Talk about the new lotion you're wearing,

the new lingerie you just bought,

the hot chick you just made out with.

Whatever, I don't give a shit.

You just have to be dripping with sex.

Because once you have a man turned on,

that's when you can take all of his money.

Scan the room, find a

guy, lock eyes with him

and stare at him like he's the only f*cker

in the goddamn room

and then you empty his f*cking wallet.

You got it?

Got it.

Good.

I'm just waiting for the

next song to start.

And then... and then I'll dance for you.

Okay.

Do you want to know what I did last week?

What did you do?

I made out with my friend Sophia.

Really?

Yep. And she's a... supermodel.

From Italy.

And... it was really hot because

I've always wanted to do that.

God, you look like my wife.

Oh... Okay.

I'm sorry. That was...

that was a bit weird.

- It's just...

- It's okay.

It's just amazing. You have the same eyes,

the same mouth, the hair.

The only thing different

was she was a blonde.

Oh, are you guys not together anymore?

No. We're not.

Why?

I mean, um, if it's too personal

it's okay, you don't have to tell me.

It's... it's okay... She died.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry.

I... I didn't know.

It's... it's okay. It's okay.

I'm sorry, it's...

I'm obviously not very good at this.

That's okay.

- Maybe I should just sort of leave...

- No.

- Then come back and start again.

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