I had a red hot dream last night, where I went to a pole dancing club and working there was not just your regular, run-of-the-mill dancers, but instead Cali Garcia. I sat at the bar sipping some vodka when Cali came up to me and said "fancy a one-on-one dance in a booth honey?". "Sure" I replied and we headed off to a private booth. When we got there, I gave her a £20 note. She put it in her purse, got out her phone and proceeded to chat to a friend on whatsapp. "What about my pole dance" I asked, exasperated. "Pole dance? I don't do that love, if you want a pole dance you'll have to go to a pole dancing club". "But this IS a pole dancing club!" I exclaimed, "look, what's this pole for??". "It's not a pole dancing club you dirty man" she protested, "it's a club where poles come to dance, you know - polish people. Anyway, your 3 minutes are up. If you want to watch me play with my phone any more, it's another £20, or if you want you can have 15 minutes for £250..."
Atlanta Moreno
(Please! GOD...)
