Stripper Quotes

“Only one day at public school and the bitches already made your locker rain?" she laughs. "Impressive.”
― Colleen Hoover, Hopeless

“a pretty girl, who naked is
is worth a million statues”
― E.E. Cummings, E. E. Cummings: Complete Poems, 1913-1962

“Six month of sitting home, six month of doing absolutely nothing but watching TV, going out, sleeping, getting drunk and sleeping again. Oh no, wait, I was busy with something, I was doing some renovations in my new apartment. Which legally became mine only a month ago. Yep, that's what all my life has been about, spontaneous decisions and living in the moment. Because right now technically I'm a 25-year-old illegal immigrant from Russia, four years in New York, no papers, no work authorization, no work itself. Only a crazy life filled with restaurants, shops, beauty salons, clubs and restaurants again. How is it all possible? Very simple. I used to be a stripper.”
― Ellie Midwood, The New York Doll

“One of the main functions of a push-up bra is to lower the number of mothers who seem like mothers.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“I was curious as to how my words started circulating at such an alarming rate. After all, every author waits to be discovered by someone. Anyone. And so I found myself smack bang in the middle of the mad hatters head, and as someone put it, Tumblr might actually be worse than that. But yes, futilely, I was attempting to discover the elusive origin of my words by tracing back notes until I came across my quote right next to a selfie of a stripper, or hooker, with a fox tail butt plug... and that was when I stopped.”
― Dimitri Zaik

“I don’t care if you dance for other men, or even women, but I don’t want his f*cking hands anywhere near you again. And if he touches you again, his blood will be on your hands.”
― V.B. Emanuele, Hollywood Comes Home

“I’m not losing you again. You’re only mine and I’ll f*cking m*rder anyone who challenges me.”
― V.B. Emanuele, Hollywood Comes Home

“My last girlfriend was a Showgirl - But we eventually broke up because she wouldn't Tell me anything. Now I'm dating a girl who looks exactly like my grandma, only my girl older.
-James Lee Schmidt and Jarod Kintz”
― James Lee Schmidt, liQUID PROse QUOtes

“A few minutes later, a tall, bronze-skinned woman with masses of dark hair, eyes like pale emeralds, and more curves than the Nürburgring racetrack appeared next to my table. My SEAL stood and started to intervene, but I held up a lazy hand, gave a droopy-eyed smile, slurred my words, and waved him off. The stripper sat on my lap with nothing between her and the Lord but a smile and three pieces of strategically placed duct tape. She slipped a glittering arm around my shoulders—she apparently was wearing lotion with metal flakes in it and it felt rough. Then she leaned her décolletage my way, placing her head next to my ear. “You know what you’re supposed to do, right?” she whispered, smiling and acting like she had just said something terribly wrong. She was a good actress for Elizabeth City.
Laughing, smiling, and acting wasted, I slurred as loudly and obnoxiously as I could, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing, woman!” With that, I reached up and placed my hand on her massive breast, just as I’d been instructed to do—all for the good of my country.
The slap that followed could[…]”

Excerpt From: Jamie Smith. “Gray Work”
― Jamie Smith

“If you show me your knees, i'll imagine your thighs but if you show me your thighs, i won't imagine your knees.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, "Darling, it's not only about sex"

“I thought seeing you again was going to hurt, but the moment I saw you, I knew it was not seeing you that was killing me.”
― V.B. Emanuele, Hollywood Comes Home

“Forever used to scare me. In my world, nothing is forever. But when I’m with you, forever seems doesn’t seem long enough.”
― V.B. Emanuele

“Sit in a chair and keep still. Let the dancer's shoulders emerge from your shoulders, the dancer's chest from your chest, the dancer's loins from your loins, the dancer's hips and thighs from yours; and from your silence the throat that makes a sound, and from your bafflement a clear song to which the dancer moves...”
― Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy