.Submitted on September 18, 2024.by Russell Gayer.
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There is actually a "gents's nightclub" (titty pub to those of you much less refined) in our city called The Peppermint Hippo. I ask yourself if the name mirrors the shapes of the professional dancers or the clients, yet I have not taken a chance to seek authorization coming from my better half to check out personally.
It did tell me of a manual property where a con man opened a nightclub including plus-size women, intending to use it as a money laundering function. A lot to his dismay, it came to be so prominent that it beat his initial function. I ask yourself if there is actually a market for plus-sized, aged male dancers? I might need to review my actions.
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* the above is actually a bit coming from my hidden novel, Lawbreaker Mimes.