Strip Clubs Quotes

“was it even my own mind making the decisions?”
― Edward Williams, Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution

“I felt like a secret agent, relying on my wits and charm to keep me alive amidst an epidemic of violent death”
― Edward Williams, Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution

“Even with all this power, it comes down to the same old things. Connections, money, influence.”
― Edward Williams, Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution

“It started to feel like this thing happening to me was an invisible wall between us, a barrier none of us wanted to acknowledge but that was continuously pushing us apart. I started to feel like an outsider even among my closest friends.”
― Edward Williams, Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution

“There were women, too. They were a little more what I expected. Tight jeans. Tank tops without bras. Evening makeup at noon. Jersey hair. The general vibe varied from “wouldn’t look out of place on a corner of 47th” to “could work at a really nice strip club.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Omens

“inside them, no one’s having fun.
Instead, people are expressing needs (to earn money, to see a woman’s skin) in pretty much the most depressing way possible.”
― Caitlin Moran, How to Be a Woman

“Places where sex is sold are the same everywhere. They always have a viewing window or something similar: a bar, a walkway, a stage where you can see bodies and, if permitted, feel them. It has to be a space that facilitates the circulation of these bodies, so that they can be appraised, touched, negotiated. And it must have an area in which to complete---once agreed upon, once contracted---sexual intercourse. The noise of people or glasses or music always helps. Smoke. Something unspeakable in the air.”
― Cristina Rivera Garza, The Taiga Syndrome

“At real stripper bars women just dance—so many things
they could be checking off their lists. I guess men don’t want
to see women work? They get that at home? In my Champagne
Room the butches plant bulbs, build bookshelves, clean
basements, write checks to the ACLU, retrain
your dog.”
― Jill McDonough, Here All Night