“We touristed onward into a stripclub. Inside the dimly lit room, women in various stages of nakedness danced on the bar while others were busy giving lapdances to fat older men. I couldn’t help but wonder how these guys felt about themselves as they buried their face between the fake tits of girls more than half their age.
Does it make them feel powerful that they can pay a woman to rub her naked self all over them? Or does it make them feel pathetic, knowing she would normally never even look at them?
From what I saw, they didn’t seem to reflect farther than the silicon bouncing an inch away from their face.”—Per Andreasson of Royal Republic on strippers and their clients (via king-of-gloom)
As I told you all earlier I went to see Royal Republic tonight. They had great supporting acts, the atmosphere was brilliant, i was pretty much in the singer’s crotch & i got to play guitar. However, they were all highlights but the greatest part was…