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- by Leah Mueller
No one ever plans to end up as a dancer on Bourbon Street. It’s an employment choice born of pure desperation. I worked at a unisex joint called Sweet Mama’s. After only two weeks on the job, I despised every minute of my interminable shifts. I lurched around the club in stilettos like an awkward stork, as songs like “Strokin’” and “My Prerogative” pounded in the background.
Inspired by the never ending cycle of work and play that takes us from school and delivers us conveniently by the graveyard, Talking Soup shares the stories of everyday life however mundane or extraordinary.
Still looking for #submissions for the #Magazine. If you have had enough with the bollocks that you do, then write… https://t.co/C87l4p3VqZ
"Local Lad drinks one litre of Smirnoff, blames subsequent #poisoning on #russianspy #russianspypoisoning"
Does being perennially hungover at work qualify me for #Disability payments?