So I went to NY for a buddy's bachelor party and wedding. Not being local and needing a stripper we did what anyone would do: google.
We came up with these promising honeys:
The night arrived and we were drinking nonstop and anticipating a smoking hot stripper. This was gonna be fun. The clock struck 10 and there was a knock on the door.
But this is the hideous beast-machine they sent us. We got duped with the old stripper switch-a-roo.
Not only was she grossly overweight, but she lacked those cool stripper dance moves that you see in the clubs (so I've heard). She arrived sloppy drunk, coked-up, smeared lipstick and falling all over the place. Shameful.