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 was 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. 

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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 intelligent conversations with different people.

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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 yakuza.

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 businessman. They don't like to show off. You can easily pass him on the street without knowing. They even hide their tattoos in 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.. especially 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.

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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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Dealing with rejection

In our job every stripper knows (indeed every salesperson knows) that a NO doesn't mean to reject you, only the product or the service you offer. But in practice it's difficult to deal with. 1 NO is okay, 2 NO is okay, 3-4 and you start to feel down, 5-6 or more and you end up sitting in the corner questioning yourself “What's wrong with me?” or worst, crying in the toilette or in the changing room. Here in Paris, I've seen it a lot. Beautiful girls wondering “What's wrong tonight? Nobody wants me..” I don't want to repeat myself but French customers (or even foreigners) here can give a real hard time for the girls being ridiculously rude and ignorant.

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From Paris With Love

Eiffel tower, Arc de Triomphe and Champs Elysees. It's a beautiful city although I have to confess it's not my favourite. Or maybe just because I always arrived at the Gare du Nord – if I come from London by Eurostar – and it doesn't give the best first impression of Paris. That area is just so dirty and dodgy, especially by night. But the dancers' apartment is in the centre, just 10 minutes walk from the Arc de Triomphe and the building is quite quiet. Luckily.

The work is okay. I already know that my perfect place where I'd like to stay longer doesn't exist. Here the club is renewed, beautiful and shiny. All well designed. One of the prettiest interior of clubs I've ever worked. The staff is nice. The girls are nice too. No pressure on girls at work, everyone works in her own tempo. The apartment is okay. Quiet, not so crowded and the cleanness is all right. I have only problems with customers. So unfriendly, so cold! And they don't want to spend money. I'm a bit surprised because by my experience French guys like me. But here they even feel offended if I ask for a dance. For f*** sake, relax, I'm just doing my job!

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When airports give you extra excitement

Yesterday I arrived in Paris. I passed the passport control, just needed to get my suitcase and let's go to work. Bags are coming. You know the strange feeling when there are less and fewer bags on the conveyor belt but you're still waiting for yours. Waiting... and waiting. Meanwhile, I had lots of thing in my head. I think you realise you travel a lot when you have more problems at the airports with missing bags, delayed or cancelled flights. Well, this year I had enough...

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