I’ve been on a personal mission to make sure people stop taking pictures in the strip club. I’m going to have to start a foundation or something to prevent this. But until I do, the problem persists. This time the victim is Ludacris (and everyone who appears in the background of these pictures). Normally I wouldn’t have even said anything about these pictures, but they are special.
Rule #1: Don’t take pictures in a strip club.
Rule #2: Once you decide to take a picture in a strip club, you’ve really got to be an asshole to Instagram it before you post. Which Instagram filter is best for camouflaging bullet wounds and making weave shiny because this is the best a stripper has ever looked in a picture.
The second picture doesn’t have any rules. It is just the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in a strip club. Before you check it out, please note the positioning of the pole and the edge of the stage.
Boom. Levitating stripper. Tricks are doing real tricks in the club now. I might never be able to go to a strip club again, they are clearly on a level I’m not prepared for. I thought making it rain in a club was innovative, but it isn’t nearly as good as flying strippers. I remember the good old days of $5 for the top and $5 for the bottom, $20 per dance. The flying lapper has to run at least $50 and you aren’t even getting full contact.
If you get the flying stripper lapdance at King of Diamonds in ATL please take some notes and you will be a featured correspondent on UvT.