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

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!)

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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! :)

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.

Almost Miss Hungary

Linked to my previous post, in 2001 I went to a beauty pageant where I won the 2^nd 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!”

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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.

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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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Happy 1st Anniversary!

Yapp, that was exactly a year ago when I published my first post here...

I still remember that was my last day in Iceland and I was so disappointed that the club couldn't have been open. I was waiting and waiting but they didn't get the licence back so I decided to leave. I've had a chance to see a bit of Iceland's natural beauty so I didn't see the point stay any longer. Basically, I was just wasting my time while I could arrange another contract somewhere else. The period before Christmas can be good when the companies pay the bonuses and after Christmas party, some guys go to a strip club for an afterparty, I definitely wanted to work not like this year when I'm a bit lazier. Very soon I booked myself to Luxembourg and I worked there during the holiday season. But before I left for Luxembourg, I started to write this blog.

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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 won'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 many 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 another city or back to their home country. The people from the restaurant never knew where I went after I quit.

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Happy Halloween! Boo hoo!

Hm, I think this year I will skip all these Halloween madness as I go back from Paris to London earlier as I planned. Just in case I brought my sexy nurse costume with me to dress up but I don't feel the need for a crazy Halloween party. I have had it enough. When I was working in London it was always a big deal, we were talking about costumes and make-ups and decoration even a month before. I'm sure for clubs it's a very good business every year because everyone likes to dress up and being abnormal for a night.

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To my dear A.,

I'm writing here an open letter to say thank you for your wonderful friendship. We are in a different part of the World, our paths are not crossing often, but you are always in my heart. I'd like to say a big thank you for all your support, either way, it was financial or emotional. There were hard and difficult times in my life and I will never forget that you gave me a helping hand to get over with. I also say thank you for all your advice. I'm a bit stubborn sometimes to listen to anybody else but myself and I apologise if I did not follow them. But often they showed me the path I need to start to walk on and move forward.

You were with me almost from the beginning since I work in the night. You've seen me happy and sad, angry and disappointed, sometimes drunk. Thank you for listening to all my complains about other girls, my bosses and my crazy stories about stupid situations.

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Good bye Skegness!

Last week was raining. I thought this week won't be different. But I'm happy for these days in this small room alone (in the one with the window!) because I can focus on more writing and I had time for some "emotional housecleaning". This year I wanted to go to the pilgrim's road to Santiago de Compostella but it requires some financial background what I don't have this very right moment. Hopefully, my bank account balance will be more stable on the spring and I can rethink it. I have this feeling that I want to be a little isolated from people. I think it's normal if you constantly work with people (drunk, stupid,  arrogant and loud people..) to be alone in your own world to recharge your batteries. Skegness is the best from that point. 

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In memory of Jimmy

Although I have to confess I didn't know him well. We were not friends in the deeper meaning of this word. He was my manager. One of the kinds you will always remember. But for sure he was a character of the Mavericks club in Cape Town, South Africa. A lively, funny and definitely an unforgettable character. He was homosexual. I'm not saying that to label him, I'm saying because it was part of his personality. His persona if I can say that.

He was funny when he made a show on stage as a drag queen. Don't imagine a proper show with costumes and makeup, he just randomly went on the stage when he got bored and took all the attention from customers. Every eye and every spotlight were focused on him. Or when he pretended he's on a catwalk. My friends and I were sitting on a coach and enjoyed the show as he moved his hips sideways as models do. We were laughing at him and with him. He enjoyed our attention too. Still makes me smile when I remember how he fixed his imaginary make up in the mirror!

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I was working in Skegness on the weekend

I'm still keeping my words that I don't really want to work in London, and I thought this time I give a chance to the British countryside instead of the busy capital. Now to be honest I feel a little bit tired to travel again so far. So I had a little conversation with myself to stay in England and try out some new clubs here. One of the British girls in Iceland recommended this club to me, then I contacted the owner, he was nice and extremely helpful so I thought I have nothing to lose. I've taken a bigger risk in my life to travel to other continents for work and I didn't have any personal contact with any of the staff members from that club, only the agency. Agencies take percentage after you from the club, they, of course, want you to go there and they only tell you the nice things. To travel circa 200 km from London to try a club is really nothing to me. Plus I thought Skegness as a holiday place can be busy for the long weekend.

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Chasing the Midnight Sun

Let's start this story with December last year. I've been here in Iceland already. I've heard lots of good thing about the club here and I wanted to give it a go. 2 days before my flight the agency contacted me that the club is currently not open, but the owner wants me to come anyway as they can reopen at any time. So I arrived but the club didn't open the next day or next week either. I spent 2 weeks in Reykjavik hoping that I can work but nothing happened. Finally, I gave it up, enjoyed a few days more as a tourist here and I was heading back to the UK.

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