I would like to bring to a pressing concern of mine to the Menternet: dancers and the gay cops who live to bring them down. A few weeks ago, I read about a disturbing bust at the popular
New York City jigglehaus, Scores. Undercover cops busted 2 exotic dancers for offering exciting bonus services in a private room. There are so many things wrong with this, I don’t know where to begin, but I am going to try to contain my dismay and rage and get the word out clearly so that others can join me in protest.
Firstly, I support NYC Police 100%. I find them to be the best damned civil servants in this great nation of ours. I think they should all be issued navy blue corvettes, cool hats, and hip blazers and receive a card that gets them into anything, anytime, anywhere. If we celebrated them instead of empty-vessel celebretards, the world might be a better place. Also, if anyone deserves to get laid, it’s the men and women in blue. As we used to chant in college, “Let’s go blue.”
That said, I am pissed that these renegade gay undercovers (The Fabulous Fuzz) decided to stick it to the harmless working women of Scores. If straight cops can turn a blind eye to the lascivious activity in the Gentleman’s Restroom/Meth Emproium at the Port Authority (you know, the one that feels like you’ve stumbled into a gritty, gay(er) version of Sex & The City only with better voiceover and more realistic dialogue), then why can’t the gay cops overcome their urges to take down the lovely ladies of Scores and the other fine exotic/erotic dance centers that make expense accounts proud and give upper, middle class schlubs hope that there are plenty of nice girls out there who will pay them some attention (at least for the duration of Buckcherry’s “Crazy Bitch”)? Runon sentences, be damned, this is important stuff, people! (I just hope the gay grammar police don’t come after me.)
So please, support Scores and all your local Boobshacks in this, their time of need. The Menternet does not condone illegal prostitution, we just happen to love freedom and life without judgments. May we also suggest that now that Scores is liquor-free, they may be able to recoup some of their losses by shifting over to (get ready, this is pretty big) an all nude revue. Everybody plays; everybody wins. Practical solutions for the practical man abound. Now seriously, move your ass from wherever you are right now to a sweet, sweet red velvet chair in a dark place where freedom rings.
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