Real Name or Stage Name
Friday night I babysat for a few hours and then headed to the Ritz to meet some friends for drinks on the patio. I arrive to find both of them hitting on two gals and enjoying the skyline of Dallas..I just had to say that.
I have two drinks and start to comment that for the first time at the Ritz I have not seen any prostitutes..and yes if you need a hooker, then you normally have come to the right place..
I swear 10 minutes later two hookers/dancers/prostitutes (I need to clarify my definitions) arrive on the scene looking for some scholarships.
It was just unreal how they were dressed each having tattoos on their chest. I see them and invite them to come sit on the bench with us because it was just too good to be true.
Girl number 1 sits down next to me, and I look to her and ask, “What is your name?” I kid you not this was her response.
“Do you want my real name or my stage name?”…God it doesn’t get better than that. I responded, “Well my Social Security Name is Lindsay, but my stage name is Pebbles.”
I will leave the rest of that story to the imagination…dynamite.
3 years ago • Notes