Lap Dancer –

Lap Dancer, money for nothing job, except for that far-off flesh the quantum world explains.
sliding curves up hard legs, slipping-in possibilities of a personal ovation, club furniture holds firm on a combined gross weight as breath, lip and hip drips on tough faces.
bar prices the trick, glitter-licked flesh the holding pen.
lucky girls get ten, unlucky girls get fired, and men get what they want.

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