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

Sunday 20 December 2015

Merry Christmas to all!

This time of the year it always seems I'm disappearing from the eyes of the world. Indeed it's kind of true. But don't worry, I'm okay. I left Germany and I spend this Christmas with my family. They are happy to see me and spend some time with me as I was a little unfaithful to them in the past 5 years and I didn't come home to celebrate Christmas with them. I was either working or just found an excuse to stay in London. This time is special and they feel honoured that I made time to come home. Too bad for them, I'm planning to stay longer than they thought. :) Only kidding, every time I come home, I have my place here and I'm always welcome.
I'm restless because I'm working on the book which I'd like to finish until the end of January, that's reason why I remain a little quieter here and on other social websites. This is an exciting time of the year for me. Family, Christmas, new year and a new start..
Wish me good luck then!


I'm wishing you all a peaceful Christmas and holiday season and I hope all your wishes come true in the New year!



With love,

Lindsay

Friday 20 November 2015

Those sweet temptations

Here comes another confession from me. I don't consider myself as bisexual although at work customers often like to have fun with two or more girls that like each other also in a sexual way. And it's always easier for the girls too to sit with one customer as they can get rid of the drinks easier not to mention easier to keep him (and his hands) under control. So of course when a client asks me if I like girls, I would answer “Yes, can I introduce my friend to you?” In that case, I'm in the game, light touching and kissing make the moment more sexy and playful.



If you'd like to read more, go to my website.

Friday 30 October 2015

Greetings from Germany!

Just a quick update because I didn't write here lately:

The club where I work now, it reminds me of the first club I worked. A bit quiet but nice and relaxing. I like everything about it. The accommodation is just super, I have my own room with my own bathroom and kitchenette. I don't need to share it with other dancers. And I was shocked upon arrival when I saw the boss cleaning up the room for me, usually they just leave it as the previous girl left it, and I have to clean before I move in. Those girls who travel for work know it's very rare in this business. Dancers apartments are usually dirty and overcrowded. Here if I want to run around naked all day, I can do it. I'm by myself. (No, it's not boring! That's my well-desired peacefulness!)

If you'd like to read more, go to my website.

Monday 5 October 2015

Meeting Mr. Grey

I think there is nobody on this planet who doesn't know who is Mr Grey and his fifty shades. Or what does it mean being Mr Grey? In my recent club in Germany, it was a quiet night, not so many customers. This guy came in and sat in the booth in the corner. He was wearing a blue jumper so actually, I should call him Mr Blue. I went over to say hello but he was not interested. I would say he was a bit arrogant and distant so I left him after 5 minutes talking. He was just an average looking guy but he mentioned something that he's special. (Oh yeah, everybody here thinks he's special!) Then I sat with another customer in the next booth, but I felt he's watching me. It kind of made me angry. If you don't want my company and pay me, stop staring!
My customer left and I sat alone while the other girls were working. Suddenly this guy came to my table and sat down next to me.

If you'd like to read more, please visit my website.

Sunday 27 September 2015

My Top 20 chart

Sometimes I work in clubs where is a DJ, so I don't need to select my own music to dance to. But then I have to dance on any songs he plays without any requests. In other clubs there is a DJ and I can give him my music or even he asks me to choose my own songs. Often I'm not bothered, I just tell him to play any.. as one my manager used to say "you're a dancer, you must to know how to move on any kind of songs." Nothing more disappointing then seeing and amazing pole dance show when the dancer can't follow the rhythm of her music. I've seen enough examples of that.. If I have to choose, I always pick those that suitable to my move.
Still, I have my favourites. And just like in anything, I like to be unique in choosing the right songs as well. I never choose the songs that you can hear on the radio every day, or the classic striptease music like the You Can Leave Your Hat On. I have music from all over the world. That's why happened that in the Caribbean I danced on German songs, in Germany I dance on French songs.

Here is the list:
20. Baby Bash ft. Akon - I'll be your lover
19. Sido - Strip fur mich
18. Macka Diamond - Dye dye
17. Ivan Dorn vs. Klaas - The Lova
16. Maitre Gims - J'me tire
15. Tiziano Ferro - Senza scappare mai piu
14. Gyptian - Hold you
13. Massari - Real love
12. Blero - Sexy moves
11. Clara Morgane - Strip tease
10. Lil Kim - Kitty box
9. One Republic - Secrets
8. Gasparoff - Knights of Citeriya
7. Ofra Haza - Show me
6. Andreea D - Paradise
5. D'Banj - Oliver Twist
4. Isthar - Last kiss
3. Massari - Inta hayati
2. Xavier Naidoo - 20.000 Meilen
1. Kymani Marley - Royal vibes

Here is also a playlist: 
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-9O4rU_GHeKBOyjkAq_W1WxnXSrsqXcH
There is no special order between the songs, I equally like them. It depends on my mood which one I prefer to dance to. But the No.1. is on the first place, because whenever I danced on this song, girls couldn't wait for me leaving the club and they could use it for their own performance. So it's not just my No.1.!

And then when I have to make a special show, I like to do a little belly dance. These are the songs for my fantasy shows:


Sarah Brightman - Harem
Alanis Morisette - I remain
Amr Diab - Tamally Maak

So that is the list of my favourite songs. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy dancing on them. :)




Sunday 20 September 2015

How men approach a stripper

My job is to approach clients, I keep it in mind. But different men, different rules. Some don't even bother to be nice, when he sees I'm going to his table, just lifts up his hand in the air showing I'm not welcome there. Others are talking to me for long minutes without buying me a drink and then they are surprised why I stop answering them or apologise that I must go to work. 
So let's see here what are the most behaviour of men in approaching a dancer.


If you'd like to read more, go to my website.


Tuesday 8 September 2015

The sad Hungarian reality

I didn't want to write about it because I haven't decided what is my opinion. I'm just a stupid stripper who doesn't talk about politics. Right? BUT.… Now I'm in Germany and people are still asking my opinion about the refugees in Hungary after it seems everybody is happy as Germany save them from the Hungarian hell. For Germany it's easy to be the white knight. One of the strongest country in Europe. But Hungary is already bleeding from thousands of wounds.

If you'd like to read more, visit my website.









Tuesday 25 August 2015

Stripper with soul

Nobody warned me before that blogs are like tattoos.. if you have one, you always think about the second one. Or at least that is true in my case. (Am I graphomaniac?)
Right now spending some time home, I found my old poems and I decided to open another blog in Hungarian. Although London gives me power and self-confidence, Hungary gives richness to my soul. And there is one layer of my heart that in English you will never be able to understand.
The translation is rough and it doesn't do its justice. I think to translate a poem is the most difficult part of learning a language and I'm still not there yet. But here are some of my poems from a few years back:






I dreamt that you were 
close to me, really close.
And when I wake up - maybe - 
you are here next to me.


xxx


I'm an angel. I hug you with 
my snow-white wings when you are cold.
You made them for me from fluffy clouds
so when you call me I'm ready to fly to you.


xxx


If I could transform into words
what I feel for you,
I'm afraid these feelings
would leave me forever.


xxx


I see you as an angel who broke his wings 
and the memory of the pain 
stops him from believing 
that once he was able to fly.






Thursday 20 August 2015

Photoblog - from Costa Brava

I'm very happy when I meet a talented photographer and I got pictures like these as a result:




When I work in different countries, I often try to contact photographers. I did it in Spain and I found a young and talented guy from Barcelona, Andreu Olive (andreuolive.com). We had a great time during shooting, although the beach was a little busy and we made some noise and some guys tried to be sneaky taking some pictures with their phones.. Oh well, it's hard to be famous! :)


Thursday 13 August 2015

Kisses from sunny Costa Brava

(Meanwhile I arrived to Hungary, but I wrote this when I was still there, so let me share the original post.)

Sun, sea, beach, good food, sangria.. what else can I wish for more?
I was hesitating to come to Spain or go to Greece instead, but I thought I've been in Greece already, let's try Spain this time! I was a bit worried as I heard a lot about the clubs here and almost all of them offer more than a regular private dance. This club 2 years ago was a brothel too, no wonder if guys are still continuously asking for sex.
And actually I'm lucky that I came here instead of Greece. The Czech girl who arrived yesterday was there and she almost didn't get paid according to the crisis there. One night the owner paid her normally but the next one “Sorry I don't have enough money. So I gave you just that much.” It's not correct as we have a contract with the clubs how much they must pay for us. And most of our money is commission based. It means customers come and pay, we have the percentage of their money spent on us. With daily payment I want to get the whole amount on the same day, specially in those countries where they don't keep the records clear. In countries like Germany, it won't be a problem as they write everything down.

In Norway I worked for Albanians, in Canada for Asians, now in Spain I work for Russians. It's just funny yet confusing, my bosses don't have a typical Russian name like Sergei or Dimitri. Never heard that name before, now I have three of them in the same club (plus one more in another club)
They are new in business and little bit unprofessional. But because they don't know how to make it better, at least they don't stress the girls to make more money for them.
But the club is boring. It has lots of potential, but still boring. I can imagine here parties, special shows just like in the local discotheques. The bar woman has enough time to practice her pole dance knowledge, instead of serving the customers. I make money on customers. But how can I make money if it's a Sunday night, the club is empty, only two young guys are sitting there with one drink (one had only water) not even the bar makes money on them. And finally after one and half hour later they decide to buy one house dollar each to one of the girls on stage. Wow, she made 2€! And that was a money hardly earned as they though a boobie massage is included.
And let's be honest, this is the Costa Brava! On the beach our men see more tits than in a club where only 5 girls work and there is no continuous stage shows. Myself I spend here more time topless on the beach than at work!
OK, I understand they just opened - maybe 4 moths ago – and they are new in business. Three middle-age men. Maybe it's midlife crisis: they though opening a strip club is easy money and easy fuck for them?
But they have zero organisation skills. We gave them lots of advice as we travel a lot and have seen different clubs with different systems, but they don't listen. Here if I could make 1000€ in 4 weeks that would be a miracle. But I knew that ahead, so no stress. I still get my 40€ daily salary even the club is empty. I never got 40€ for watching movies as we have Internet access in the club! Accommodation is provided and free of charge and it's only 50 meters away from the beach. This is I call paid holiday!



Here is like the language chaos of Babylon as the customers require me to speak Spanish or French, the owners Russian or German. Only a few people speak English, I just wondering why the hell they want English speaker girls then.
One night an Indian guy came to me:
“No chiki chiki?”
“No.” whatever he meant by that. (I have a guess though.)
But during the show in private, it doesn't matter what language you speak. Words no needed.
The best way to learn a language to have a boyfriend who only speaks that particular language and your love for him will force you to learn. But this is the best way the hate a language too. Once I had strong feeling for a guy from Puerto Rico, and I started to learn Spanish only because of him. Now I don't even want to use the words I learned although I understand them. My passion to learn Spanish is gone with him. That scar is deeper than I thought and I realised it now. But I'm proud of my scars on my heart. Without them it wouldn't be ME.


Just an update to the end:

On my last week I made more money than on the previous weeks all together thanks for the young boys that came to the club. Some of them were nice and very enthusiastic while other were party animals. I like when they drunk and drugged, they forgot we already had a private dance. I have 5 privates with one of them and he thought each dance was the first! So I finished my contract with money and nicely tanned. No reason to complain.

Thursday 9 July 2015

Almost Miss Hungary

Linked to my previous post, in 2001 I went to a beauty pageant where I won the 2nd prize.
When I started modelling, I often travelled to Budapest for a test or portfolio shooting. Once I was waiting for the metro at Deak ter, when a short chubby guy stepped to me.
“Hey, you should apply to Miss Hungary! I'm the one who organises it!”
“Yeah, yeah..” and I turned my head to the opposite direction “Of course!”


If you'd like to read more, go to my website.




When I grew up..

I told you before I always wanted to travel even as a kid. And I also wanted to be on stage as a model or dancer. I remember I was maybe 12 years old when I made some clothes and we were playing a catwalk show with my sister and the girls from my neighbourhood. (The short period when I wanted to be an astronomer and I knew the name of the nebulas, doesn't count here.) Then designing clothes became a part of the play. First I made them by hand, but later I learned how to use the sewing machine. Later I made my own clothes (and more importantly my mum let me wear them in school!) I even made a few for my friends too... Today I enjoy the great benefits of it when I design my costumes, although I never had a plan back in those days that one day I'll perform as a stripper.
 

To read more, please visit my website.

Wednesday 8 July 2015

Photoblog - Let's have some fun!

I'm in a cheeky, playful mood these days! :)






And again, thank you Lawrence for the great photo!

Lots of Love,
Lindsay


What do you do in private?

“It's called private dance. So guess what? I'm dancing!”
“Ahh! Only dancing?”

I hate this question so much! My job is selling an erotic fantasy, nothing more, nothing less. So here it is what I'm doing in private (dedicated to the one who wished to read more fantasies on my blog):

You pay for the dance at the bar. When the payment is gone through I hold your hand and take you to the VIP area. I smile because I'm happy to tease such a handsome man! I open the curtains and there are a cosy leather sofa, some candles and soft music playing in the background. Everything is set up for a seductive mood.


If you'd like to read more, please visit my website.

Saturday 4 July 2015

I'm just a good girl with bad habits

If anybody asks what was my most exciting erotic experience, I always start with this story. It happened in London quite a long time ago. But I feel I have to add it to the blog before everyone thinks I'm an innocent person (and because lately I only wrote about the pure facts of my work). So let's talk about sex! Lately, I gave out only dry information about dancing on my blog, it's time to spice it up! So here are some saucy bits:


To read more, please visit my website.

Tuesday 23 June 2015

Photoblog - my best moments of being a stripper

I got a question from a reader that if I'm not so happy in my profession why did I choose this one. I think I wrote down enought time that I chose this because it was a good opportunity to travel. But I started dancing 7 years ago. 7 years is a long period and people change. I also changed. I was happy doing this job but now when I traveled from Canada to China, I have different goals in my life and I look for other options. I think it's absolutely normal in a person's life when she/he realise it's time to make certain changes. 7 years I showed to the world my sexy body. Now I feel it's time to show that I also have a beautiful soul!

And about my best moments.. here are they:






That's a photo montage I selected from my Facebook albums. I only used the photos where I'm alone, I don't want to cause trouble to other dancers who wish to keep their identity a secret. But if I never had chosen to live in this way, I couldn't have these pictures. And as my mum used to say: "These are the memories that nobody can take away from you!"

Friday 12 June 2015

Just some thoughts..

I'm really on a deep level of understanding myself more and I made some amazing discovery. I realised what is my true problem in this industry. I'm way TOO FEMININE for this work! You think it's great, a stripper must be feminine. A feminine woman is more pleasure for the eyes. But it's not exactly the truth.
The woman seduces. But this work is not about seduction any more. It's manipulation. How can we get more money out of the guy, how can we keep him all night in the club to spend more, how can we get some cash from him. Seduction? Ehh.. pure manipulation. Now you think there is not a big difference between the two. Indeed it's huge! When a woman seduces, she places the man in the centre of her attention. When she manipulates him, the focus on the thing what she can get from him. In our case, that's his wallet. The man who belongs to this wallet?? Kidding, right?


To read more, go to my website.

Wednesday 3 June 2015

The Death of the Phoenix

I'm going home to die..

No need to worry, everything is OK with me, there are no issues with my health. I'm not going home to literally die. But as I always said, the symbol of the Phoenix has a strong effect on my Life. And just like the Phoenix, I'm going to die to reborn. The old habits, patterns will die with me, I don't want to follow them any longer. It's a strange feeling when one day you wake up and you realise in a nanosecond what you're doing wrong in your life. Like a newborn baby, you open your eyes the first time and you see clearly. But it's up to you what you're going to do with this realisation. I'm putting everything off that I don't really need or not useful for me, that makes me feel tired, angry, sad or doubtful. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Things that hold me back. It's like a big spring cleaning! I have no regrets. I truly believe that things that belong to my Life they will find the way back to me, the rest is just a matter of time when will leave by themselves.

If you'd like to read more, go to my website.

Sunday 31 May 2015

5 things you should never ask from your dancer

1. How much money you make?
I consider this question extremely rude from a customer. Especially when my money depends on how much he's willing to pay. My experience these guys just asking questions but don't want to spend much money in the club. And I never ask my customers how much money they have in their pocket!
Here in the blog, I write about money and club system because I want to break the stereotype that we, dancers are super-rich. Unfortunately, it's not the case. But still, the question is not polite at all.


To read more, visit my website.

Thursday 28 May 2015

Photoblog - inside the stripper's house

Many of you are wondering how and where we live. I hope this little photo selection  will satisfy your imagination. I'm a bit sad that I didn't take photos of the most extreme places, but that time I had no idea about this blog..

So here we are:

Sometimes I was accomodated in a hotel like this one. Perfect! We enjoyed the pool day and night!


In a few places the view from the room is breathtaking..

..sometimes not so.

Some club has the accomodation for the dancers in the middle of nowhere.

We feel lucky when there is a garden or at least a terrasse attached to the house..


..other places there is not even a proper window for the room.

It's a hard battle to deal with these stairs carrying 20+kg luggages with no help.

Some accomodations come with rules (and you can make fun of the boss's English)

And this is when there are no rules. But cockroaches and mice yes.

And now let's see where we actually live!




Not in luxury apartments but not on matrasses on the ground as some might think..

Monday 25 May 2015

You CAN find a canary in this bird feeder

(Referring to those who think you can not.)

Someone told me that there is no possibility to find a canary in a bird feeder. I didn't know what he meant by that exactly and still don't know. Probably he was thinking that all strippers are the same and you can't find a nice, intelligent woman working in this industry. Maybe he just hasn't met one. Although some girls I worked with in these 8 years spent in Stripperland are very special persons. But to see this speciality, you have to dig a little bit deeper than the fancy costumes and perfume clouds around them. That's what I like about consummation. You have a good talk with the customer, not only jumping from table to table “Do you want a private dance? Do you want a private dance?” I'm not a canary, but not a parrot either to repeat myself a hundred times a night saying the same things. With a bottle of champagne you build up a conversation with the client and you get to know lots of interesting things about each other.

To find out more, visit my website.

Saturday 16 May 2015

The Antwerp Boot Camp

I couldn't say a better description of the clubs here. It's like a hard physical and mental military training where they push you beyond your own limits. I've worked here in a different club maybe 5 years ago, I knew what to expect, but things in time didn't get any better. I remember 5 years ago when they offered an extra day off because they had enough girls, my friend and I stood up first. Those were very well appreciated and well spent days off with sleeping and resting after the exhausting work!


To read more, visit my website.

Tuesday 5 May 2015

Photoblog - House of Fetish


Just a little proof that I'm doing fetish modeling sometimes.. :) I hope you like it!




Photo by Eddie Ataman



With love,

Lindsay

Saturday 2 May 2015

Why I prefer to work with men

I definitely prefer a male manager or boss over a woman. I work with other girls and indeed we are not always nice to each other, a woman who has power over the dancers can be more harmful than our nastiest colleague. Especially the ones who were dancers themselves before and now they feel superior because now they work behind the bar... Hallelujah! Such a big step on a career ladder! I had a quite bad experience in Oslo with the girl who works at the bar. I'm really not an ass-kissing person and she has had her favourite girls already, so I didn't even try to be nicer to her than it's required for a harmonious work relationship. But once we went down to the VIP area with my customer, and he took off his jacket and looked around if there is any hanger or something for the coat. I dared to ask the girl if we have any.


To find out more, visit my website.

Wednesday 29 April 2015

Working on Special Events

There are some social events out there that bring more strippers in the town. Like the golf season in Portugal or the Sailing Week in Sylt, Germany. As a dancer you have to apply to book your place otherwise it will be too late. Like me now, in early March I applied to Monaco for the Grand Prix and it was already no free space. They said if someone makes cancellation, I can go but who would cancel such a moneymaker event? Never mind, I've worked already in Nice during the Monaco Grand Prix and during the Macau Grand Prix. They were a few good days moneywise. In Macau we had to wear a racer girl costume, it was quite funny. Previous year girls even made a promotion on the racing fields. Yeah, when I write or say I do promotion for clubs (when I don't want to give out details about my job) actually it's not a lie as I often do that, it's kind of part of my job.


To read more, please visit my website.

Tuesday 28 April 2015

Workplace hazards in the stripping industry

I don't want to mention again the alcohol-human stupidity combination here, I wrote enough about this one. But there are other hazards there, Some you might not think about that can cause an issue. For example the ability of smoking inside the club. Yes, there are clubs in Europe where people can smoke. Smoker dancers are very happy about it. But what about the non-smokers? It happened not only once when the club was busy and the stage is higher than the tables, but I was also in tears during my performance because of the too much smoke inside. I mean the smoke of the cigarette, not complaining about the smoke machine! I remember after the Dorsia in Antwerp I got home, opened my suitcase and it smelled like an ashtray! All my clothes took the smell of cigarettes. There the Fridays-Saturdays were killer. The club worked with a full house on the weekends, once I even lost my voice because of the smoke. Too loud music also has good benefits for health.


To read more, check out my website.

Sunday 26 April 2015

When I'm ashamed being Hungarian

I said enough bad things about women with other nationality, it's time to write about my own nation's girls. Just because I got fired from the Brussels club because of them. I'm fully aware it can not be a stereotype because in every nation you can find horrible or extremely nice girls, but this club in Brussels have the selection of the most vulgar, terrible (Hungarian) dancers I've ever worked with! If I said anything bad about Romanians or Russians in this blog, they were innocent angels compare to them. Literally, I got shocked by the way they behaved. For sure there are certain situations when I'm not proud to be Hungarian.

To read more, visit my website.

Monday 13 April 2015

Greetings from Belgium!

Although the whole trip didn't start in a smooth way (just as none of them lately) now I find everything fine here. I've worked in Belgium before, both Antwerp and Brussels so I'm a bit familiar with the country, I don't feel a total stranger here.
Why I said it was not a smooth start then? I work the first time with this agency. He's Hungarian. I don't like to work with Hungarians as they seem to overcomplicate everything. This one drove me crazy asking my Hungarian tax number and he just stuck to his point, he didn't want to understand I have no longer tax number or official address in Hungary. But finally, after a short battle, he accepted my English tax number pff...! But it was not all. 

If you'd like to read more, check out my website.

Wednesday 25 March 2015

Pushing the limits

When I think I've seen everything, life always is quick over proving me that I'm wrong. I thought in Iceland I worked with the worst kind of dancers ever, the most competitive and the less care about others. Here in Oslo they even worst in my opinion. Before you think I work with Romanians, I must say no. Here the majority of the girls come from Baltic countries and they are extremely rough! They just care about the fast money they can make. The older girls are softer but the young generation is very harsh. Intelligent but harsh.
Just an example to understand their mentality: we walked home after work and a random guy tried to talk to one of them that I would have just ignored, but she answered: “Don't talk, give me money, pizdec!”


If you'd like to find out more, visit my website.

Tuesday 17 March 2015

No way, Norway!

As it always happens to me, if I'm desperate to go to a place, it turns out something unpleasant. Same happened here. I was keen on coming here but now I can't wait for my contract to finish. I heard lots of good things about working in Norway, especially about the clubs in Bergen and Trontheim. But when I sent my application there, the manager replied that he's very selective with girls and that the moment he wanted younger and very acrobatic pole dancers because he had enough “older and talker” (actually I like the idea because he makes sure each customer can find the type of girl he likes) But after I found agencies working with clubs in Oslo, and I applied even I heard some bad stories about it. But if you never try, you never know...

To read more, check out my website.

Monday 16 March 2015

How I met my yakuza friend

Someone asked me what was the most unexpected thing for me during my stay in Japan. Well, I never thought I became a friend of a yakuza. We all hear the stories about them but get close to them is a different story. Even Japan is more and more open, their world is still closed from Westerners.
But let's start at the beginning. I was in Japan a year ago, in Yokohama. (There are another post about the work there, here I don't want to repeat myself.) He arrived at the club as a normal-looking customer with a friend of his. He requested me and I didn't suspect anything besides he was a tough-looking guy. We were chatting, joking and I was impressed because he spoke quite good English and we could hold an interesting conversation about Japanese culture, not the usual “Kiss me!” or “What colour is your panties?” We were talking about samurais and the old days of Japan.



If you'd like to read my stories, please visit my website.

Saturday 7 March 2015

'Cause I'm a gypsy

No, not being racist here against gipsies, but if Shakira can sing a song about being a gipsy so I can write about it, right? Someone told me that we, strippers are the gipsies of the modern world. And I must say I agree with that person. If you hear the word “gipsy” what other words come to your mind straight away? Let me help. Entertaining. Music. Dance. Thief. Magician. Travel. Bags. Free. Wild. Nomad. No agreement, no commitments. No rules.

To read more, check out my website.

Thursday 5 March 2015

Photoblog - Photos from Guadeloupe

I was happy to work with this talented photograper in Guadeloupe. If I have a chance, I would just go back and create some more amazing pictures with him!










More of his work here: www.gwadart.fr





Love,

Lindsay

Tuesday 24 February 2015

BLOGGER NEWS

I just got this email from Goggle letting me know that

"We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content Policy that may affect your account.In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content."

Well, I don't think they take it as an educational purposes although I'd love to teach some people that we strippers are also humans..

But you still can have the access to it until 23rd of March. It might take a little time but then I will create another website. My email address heartbrokenstilettos@gmail.com is still available and I would love to hear any suggestions or ideas about further changes. 

With love,
Lindsay


Dollar? No dollar? Scheiße egal!

(I would translate it as f***it, doesn't matter.)

I like the system when the club has its own house dollars for tipping the dancers. It's like Monopoly money, fun and can give a solid income on a busy night. In Germany most of the clubs have them. When I finish my 2 songs stage performance, I go topless to each customers asking for dollars and they put it in my string. End of the night each dollar count €0.5 to my budget, which is not a lot but if the night was busy it's easy to collect 50-100 dollars, sometimes even more. We share the tips with the club, so the club keeps the other €0.5. It's fair enough, in some clubs I'm not allowed to keep the tips at all. I like when the club makes the customers buy the dollars. Let's say the entrance fee is €10 but they get 10 dollars. Like it was in Luxembourg. In that case, even if they don't pay anything to the girls, each customer give tips at least. And they rarely take it home keeping it as a souvenir.

To find out more, visit my website.

Monday 16 February 2015

Stripper's burn out


Yesterday one of the customers told his friend as he passed by:
You can say anything, I think it's a fucking hard job.” I really wanted to stop him and talk about it, but he was already about to leave. He is right. We're constantly interacting with people using our private zone. Not like a waitress who takes the order, serves the customer and leaves the table. We let any drunk, ignorant, drugged person enter our comfort zone, so easy to collect all the negative energies, emotional rubbish from them. We have to deal with rejection, more than one time a night, and we have to participate in mind games. Easily lead to burn out, alcohol or/and drug abuse.

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Saturday 14 February 2015

Photoblog - thank you Lawrence!




I'm really pleased that I found this great photographer in Stratford upon Avon in England. I always have so much fun to cooperate with him

Thank you, Lawrence! :)

And happy Valentine's day to all! Let's the love spread! ;)

Tuesday 10 February 2015

The German Experience - Osnabrück

Here I am. Germany. Again. I chose it because it's time to refresh my German a bit, I haven't used it for maybe 14 years. Right now I'm in a small town in Northwest Germany, called Osnabruck. I arrived on Friday and started to work. I made a joke that I came from the airport straight to the stage but actually, it's true. When I told the manager I'd like to take a shower before work she just looked at me like I am an alien. Shower? What for? But I convinced her so she let me take a quick shower and I made a 5 mins make-up and lets the show start!

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Wednesday 4 February 2015

Working with agencies

Some people are still wondering how I get the jobs in all those amazing countries. And when I say I work with different agencies, they scratch their heads. Yes, there are agencies for strippers! So here is a little explanation.
If I know the agency, I go to the website and check all the clubs they offer, I pick one or two and email them if there is free space in that particular club or if I can fit in the frame. Usually, they answer relatively quickly. I don't pay commission to the agencies, but usually, they get money after me from the club. For example, in some clubs, if I go with an agency, I get let's say €10 less daily salary than the girls who don't work with an agency. But at the same time, I save energy to apply to each clubs separately and asking about details of work. As I mentioned in December going to interviews was a nightmare and it was lots of time wasters. With an agency that all, I can avoid. Also, I have to be careful about which agency I can trust. Here are some I worked recently and I've got what they offered on the site.

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Sunday 25 January 2015

Photoblog - If you miss this photo..

..here it is!


I just updated the outlook of the blog and because lots of readers liked this photo, I post it here again. :)






Love,

Lindsay






Friday 23 January 2015

Laura's research into lapdance experienses 3.

Do you see your work as a type of acting? (like an actress going onto a stage and performing a certain identity, pretending to be a different person)”

Why do you choose to use a different name to your actual name? Is your stage name may be part of a different part of your identity that you act?”


Find my answer here.

Sunday 18 January 2015

Laura's research into lapdance experienses 2.

How would dancers feel about giving their sexual partner, or someone that they are in a long-term relationship with a lap-dance? If they would do a lap-dance for them, would they do a different routine to the one that they do at work, and why?”

Do you think that dancers wear the same underwear at home with their partners as they would at work? Would they wear stockings, g-strings or heels?”

You can read my reply here.

Sunday 4 January 2015

Andiamo, prego, tutti frutti, macaroni


After 1 week of working in Pescara, I still haven't decided if I like it here or not. I'm wondering how other clubs work in Italy because this one has a strange system for me. When I think I've seen every type of clubs I always must realise I haven't and some place still can hold some surprise. 
Why Pescara? Simply because one of my agency has contact with the club here and they offered a higher salary if I start between Christmas and New Year's Eve. That's why. Some men suggested me to work in Milan as it is a wealthy city, but I don't know any clubs there or even an agency that works with any clubs there.

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Thursday 1 January 2015

Goodbye 2014

After some issues with my flight – 4 hours delay and because of that I missed the last bus so I had to spend the night at the airport again and take the first bus next day – finally, I've arrived at Pescara, Italy. Sleeping at airports seems became my habit this year though. The landing was also awful, the wing almost touched the ground before the plane. I can say the worst landing in my life when you believe in God or not, but start to pray suddenly. But I don't complain as I've safely arrived in one piece.

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