All the Crazy Shit I’ve Seen as a Bachelor-Party Stripper
Antonia Crane
2005

I once almost became a male escort, but when my first client called (she was a she and I’m gay, so God only knows how the finer details of that would have panned out) I got my ID number wrong over the phone and she panicked and hung up.

I was a student so I was desperate for some cash.

In the end, I got a credit card and piled the debt on. Part of me wonders what my life would have been like if I’d have seen things through. I’m guessing I’d either be debt free and living the dream, or I’d be buried in a ditch just off the motorway. We’ll never know.

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