"Well-behaved women seldom make history."
- Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

Saturday, 29 November 2014

I am a hungry Hungarian

“Where are you from?”
“Are you hungry, hahaha?”
“No. But I'm quite thirsty. Are you going to buy me a drink?”
I heard this joke a lot so I developed my cheeky answer and it never fails. But sometimes it can be so annoying, specially when you hear it more than once in the same night. We, Hungarians are very bored of it, so it's time to forget about it. Deal? Although I'm fully aware of the situation back in my country and it's sad but Hungary is heading to be a hungry country indeed. (But no political comments here.)

“I'm from Hungary.”
“Really? I just ordered some sushi! Would you like some?”
”You know what? I'd love to give you 2 books in this very moment. One would be an English dictionary to know the difference between hungry and Hungary, and a European travel atlas. (And f*** your sushi!)”
This guy thought he's so funny, but I was not in a good mood to listening this joke again. We ended up arguing and he got very angry. Even wanted to call my manager because I was rude to him!

“I'm from Hungary.”
“Are you Hungarian? You're so white. I thought people in Hungary have dark skin like me!”
From a black guy in Toronto. Well, there are so many gypsies in Canada from Hungary, they are all there as refugees because they say Hungary doesn't want them. And usually they have darker skin. But apparently Canada made up the law and they send them back to Hungary because their lifestyle was not acceptable for Canadians. But it was funny that some people in Canada thought we are all the same.

“I'm from Hungary.”
“So do you have horses?”
Anybody can explain why I heard this question a few times? In Switzerland and also in Iceland.. What is the link between Hungary and horses? It was long time ago, when Hungarians were riding horseback across the Carpathian base and scared the hell out of Romans. But the question is like me asking an Icelander: “Are you from Iceland? Do you have a viking boat?”

“I'm from Hungary.”
“Do you know that originally Hungarians are from China?”
From a Chinese guy in Macau. Yes. Everything is made in China..

“Where are you from?”
“Where? Congo?”
From a Greek guy in Loutraki. I think he was the best. He tried to pick us up on a street and followed us asking questions when I was walking around with Giselle. I have no idea what he heard as my answer. Hungary and Congo have a slightly bit of different pronunciation, not to mention we both don't look exactly like Congolese women. But we still laughing on him. (No surprise, when I was on the train and asked if it goes to the airport, I ended up at the port. Airport and port are also almost the same.)

“I'm from Hungary.”
“No. Kiskunfélegyháza.”
What is basically not true but I'm laughing on the surprised faces. (I picked up a difficult one to pronounce it) Like no other city exists in Hungary expect Budapest. And Budapest, not Bucharest!

Some situations I feel ashamed, just like in Canada, according to so many gypsies there, I saw a paper on the front door of a shop “Don't steal!” written in Hungarian. I was not so proud but again, no political comments here. Lots of boss and club owners like to work with Hungarian girls because as they say we are more respectful and there is less drama. But I can say it generally, not only in the night life. (Of course, exceptions are everywhere.) 
So yes, I'm from Hungary. And I'm proud of it even I live in London now. And I always try to do my best to represent my country.

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Thank you for reading!

I feel this is a good time to say thank you to all reading my blog. When I started almost a year ago, I never thought it will attract so many people and I will get so many emails and questions. I'm honoured. (OK, I don't mention the guy who emailed me because he wanted to buy my panties..LOL) I'm not the best to keep contact and I have limited time to answer, but I try my best to answer to everyone.
I must say since I came back to London, I had to realise I have not much friends here. I travelled a lot, I have friends all over the world, but I spent very little time here in London in the last 4 years and my friendships became stale. The clubs I used to work here are sold, and the girls I worked with moved to other city or back to their home country. The people from the restaurant never knew where I went after I quit from there. Everyone knows I went to Greece on holiday and maybe the best way just let them think so. Not everyone needs to know I became a stripper. And since I started to write and talk about my purpose to write a book, I experience some envyness. Oh, woman can not digest if some other fellas have more ambition! And I don't want people in my social circle that turn as the wind blows. I'm trying to be honest and I don't want hypocritical so-called friends around me. I think it's time for some radical changes and just cut people off. I just read it somewhere “cutting the negative people out of your life doesn't mean you hate them, it simply means you respect yourself.” Maybe I should respect myself a little more and enjoying meeting up with new friends.
So this time all those support and encouraging words I got from you, really means a lot to me. I trust myself but even a stripper can have bad days and needs some supporting people around her. Be honest I felt tired and a little burned out in the last months, that's why I decided to stay away from clubs for a while. Not to mention the alcohol that my system needs to get rid of and do some serious detox before we enter the holiday season. And I can start the New Year fresh and ready for more stripper experience.

So all I can say is a big Thank You for reading! And all I can promise is keep up writing and sharing my life stories with you..

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Club overview - Remich, Luxembourg

I must say that was my shortest contract with a club ever. I booked my place through an agency and the conditions sounded good. They offered 70€ fix salary per day plus 20% drink commission plus the dances and free accommodation. Not bad at all. I arrived form France on the train quite late at night. A guy were waiting for me outside the train station. He looked OK for first sight (if I smell danger, I just don't sit in his car), he told me the club is outside Luxembourg city so we need to take a short drive. It was nothing unusual or made me suspicious. They helped me with the luggage in the apartment (it was heavy and stupid me put the locker keys inside so I needed someone strong to cut the metal locker) and then they introduced me to the boss. He took me into the kitchen of the club and explained all the basic rules that I knew from the agency anyway, but it's always good when they repeat everything in person. He told me he's expecting 2 more girls from my country so I won't be alone. I went back to the apartment to relax. The place was nice, big and clean kitchen, bathroom. The room for the girls was quite big too but a bit crowded. If I remember well there were beds for 7-8 girls in the same room, and even the room was big it's not healthy as everyone has a different daily routine. But for a short term I can deal with it.
Later the other 2 girls arrived and they were super nice! I was happy to meet them. So we got ready for work together (the others were already working) and it was lots of talk about our previous experiences in different clubs. The problems started later. For them the boss didn't say anything, just when we started our shift and we were together he came to us asking our passports. He said he will give them back the next day. But one of the girl insisted, she said to him she would only give the copy of her passport. (In my experience it's not unusual when they take the passport for one day, in Europe I never been worried about it so much as I always have my ID with me and in any case of trouble I can travel with it within the EU.) But I didn't like the reaction of the boss, that was the first warning sign. Bosses don't like the girl who knows her rights and not afraid to open her mouth. He told her if she doesn't want to give him her passport, she can leave the club in that very moment (it was about 11pm and we were outside of the city, no public transport in these hours.) So what other chances we had? We gave him our passports but with not a good feeling and we started to work. I explained all the rules to the girls that the boss told me earlier. Specially the “no sex in the champagne room!” It was a quiet night, we were sitting on the sofa talking and watching the other girls – who had regulars or so – work. They were pretty and very young from Estonia and a few Romanians. And our bad feelings are increased when we saw a girl kissing with her customer and 15 minutes later kissing with another. We saw two guys kissing before they took two girls in to the private..But the most horrific was the girl at the bar who got waisted on drinks (when I say drinks I mean coctails or glass of champagne, not bottles. It means she made maybe 2€ on each drinks) She was sitting on the guy's lap on a high bar chair, basically giving him a lap dance for free. And they were really into it. We felt like we are in a kind of cinema or peep show. Again I have to say but this is not my work style as it was not the girl's either. We were actually shocked. The whole place looked so cheap and “dirty”,against all the rules that the boss explained to me earlier. And the show just continued when our favourite couple at the bar were more and more into the moves and the guy stood up to press his crotch harder against the girl's butt, the chair felt on the floor and it was clearly visible that the girl's bikini bottom under the skirt was pulled to the side. Probably there were a good reason for this, everyone can imagine by his/her own fantasy.
We already decided to leave and not finish our contract. I can't compeer with girls who work in this way. And not long after we agreed to move on, the police has appeared to check the place out. The police officer asked our passport and I think that was our luck. We had to tell him that the boss took our passports, they called to question him. I didn't understand their conversation but it seemed the boss was in trouble because of that. Soon he appeared with our passports and gave them back to us. He didn't look happy at all. And after the police left, he told us he doesn't want us to stay because we only cause problems to him! (We were quite happy because we didn't need to gather all our courage to tell him we want to leave.) I can't say bad because he also gave us our one day salary with our passports. At least in that way he was correct. But we definitely didn't want to stay because we had the feeling that much goes on there than dancing. Maybe he just needed some professional dancer to cover his real business. Later I told the story to a friend of mine and he said “Yes, you were lucky because there are some rumours about that club that some girls were locked in a room there to force for prostitution”. Seeing the place and the boss, I can imagine...

I'm telling this story because lately I got emails that I have a funny and glamorous job. No. It's not always fun. Apparently it can be dangerous sometimes.

Friday, 7 November 2014

Is there Life after stripping?

Well, I really hope so as I'm not planning to shake my tities in my fifties. I've already heard a few comments like “you are too old for this”. But who decides when a stripper must quit from this lifestyle? It depends on her and only on her. I've seen older women – I mean much older than me – still beautiful, smiling and entertaining all night. And they still enjoy! That's her whole life! One of my boss and owner of a strip club told me these girls need attention constantly. It's their drugs. Without the stage, the spotlights and being in a centre of attention they are lost. I agree with him although I never had this addiction. As I spend more time in this industry, I enjoy less being on the stage and more the intelligent conversations with different people.
I also heard from customers that in that age I should concentrate on my carrier in a normal day job and cooking Sunday roast to my husband and kids. This is only a stereotype. Actually I'm very happy that I don't have kids. For me travelling the world and teasing men it's not expectable if you have a baby at home. I've seen lots of girls crying because they are away from their babies. In South Africa I worked with a Brazilian girl who was still breastfeeding, and the baby was in Brazil. For me this is a big NO! And I always answer to these guys, I don't want a baby. They look at me surprisingly. But it's true. I don't want only a baby. I want a family. The whole package. Husband, kids, home, garden, a dog, a cat and a goldfish. I know you smile, but I still won't be happy as a single mum with a crying baby doing night shifts.
Lots of girls are waiting for their Prince Charming to ride up in his white BMW, rescue them from the club and ensure them a secure lifestyle. (Mine got lost somewhere on his way!) They want to be taken away from this job and working for a living. They want to live in a big house with housekeeper and driver. But we know from fairy tales that sooner or later there will be a witch or the mean stepmother (a new lover or the ex wife). Some of my friends found true love during working in night clubs and I'm happy for them. They settled down in foreign countries, getting engaged or having babies. Most of all, they are happy. Ah I know where is my Prince Charming! He has such a big heart, he sold his beautiful white horse to buy me a ring! Now he's riding a donkey and poor animal is just so slow.. :)
Seriously talking, after six years of being a lady of the night, I decided to step out to the daylight. I started this blog almost a year ago. I never thought but I really enjoy writing it. And checking the statistics I'm surprised that so many people follow and send me emails with lots of questions and saying “What a refreshing and interesting blog! I think a stripper who studies Japanese and know psychology should be deserving of every guy's interest.” Last week I got an email from a university student and she asked me if I would help her writing her dissertation about lap-dance experience. I'm happy to help and also that not only men read my blog.
But my final goal is – to be honest – to write a book. I have the whole concept in my head but it takes time. So now I try to work less at night and focus on writing daytime. At least it keeps me busy and entertained until my Prince Charming arrives on his donkey.

Saturday, 1 November 2014

Yakuzas in Japan

My favourite question about Japan: Have you ever seen any yakuza there? You won't believe how many people are asking me that if I mention I was working in Japan or by email when they read my articles here. Funny, but Japan is not all about yakuzas..
But answering the question: yes, I met a few. If you've been in Japan probably you met them too as you can't see the difference between a well-dressed yakuza and an average business man. They don't like to show off. You can easily pass him on the street without knowing. They even hide their tattoos on public places as they don't want you to know. Not like some western gangsters that put all the signals on themselves showing they are the tough guys. They came often in the club I worked. Not a big deal, they never spent on girls just talked about their own business. And you don't want to interrupt.. specially when the guy has some missing fingers! (Cutting the finger means punishment or apology amongst them.) I had this customer once. I didn't even want to know his name..
But not all of them are bad. (Unless you mess up with them.) Once we were sitting at the table, 3 yakuzas, me and other 2 Russian girls. One of the girls speak good Japanese, they were talking, my customer didn't speak English and my Japanese was not enough to communicate so I just pored his drinks and smile. They ordered drinks for us too. I lifted up my glass to say Kampai! (not even an English cheers!) and the Japanese speaker Russian girl just looked me in the eyes, she said Kampai! to her customer but nothing to me. I found it absolutely disrespectful! If we are not in Japan and I don't need to behave myself that much, I swear of God I would have thrown my glass to her face! (I think that was the moment when I decided f*** Japan, I'm going home!) But I'm a tough girl too. Without a slip I put back my glass onto the table and I decided not to touch it. I just watched how the ice is melting in my gin&tonic. It was awkward when the girls finished their drinks and my glass was still full so they couldn't order the next round. The same Russian girl gave the look to finish my drink but I didn't care. I didn't say a word just smiled but my face expression told her everything. She's already screw this up with me. When the customers left, she didn't say anything (actually I was ready to hear all the complains to Mama san about me) The funny thing, after 1 or 2 days the same group came back. The yakuza The Russian girl was sitting with requested me this time. All the time he asked me if I'm okay, he ordered the drink without asking and even bought food for us. And I thought he was unaware of the situation! I felt his sympathy although he never asked what was going on between me and the Russian girl.
My other experience was not so friendly. We had 2 customers and me and another girl were sent to the table to look after them. You have to know about Japanese hostess clubs (even normal clubs and restaurants) there is not enough place between the tables. The other girl sat on the edge of the sofa and I had to go to sit with this guy through a very narrow place between the two tables. We just introduced ourselves when 3 young guys run into the club and started to hit my customer. The other girl and all the staff run into the kitchen and they were screaming at me to go there too. But I quickly analysed the situation, if I stand up wearing high heels and try to get out from the table through that narrow place I'm sure I would have gotten a punch in my pretty face too by accident. I decided to curl up on the sofa and protected my head and face from the flying object around (glasses, bottles, glass pieces) I was not their target anyway.
One more yakuza arrived (he was the boss of the other 3 as anybody could see) He had a charisma. Didn't talk much but he gave the order to the youngs to take the guy outside and not to make mess inside the club. Obviously they continued beating him up outside but it was not our business any more. We just quickly cleaned up the mess what they left behind. 
So yes, I met yakuzas in Japan. Indeed I slept with one. But this is another story..