Stripper Urban Legend

Nicole is operating under a delusion. She truly believes that Mr. Right or Mr. Rich is going to come sauntering into the club, see her, fall in love, marry her, take her away from the twat-scented pole. My friends and I think she has truly given up on getting a real job. Now she regales us with stories about how so-and-so, some mythical stripper at another club, say New York or Vegas or West Palm, married a rich doctor, lawyer, athlete and is driving a Benz, living in palatial surroundings. Nicole has a dream, but no destiny. I struggle with both.