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I just did all that yesterday; where were you?
Yesterday?
Umm….that was Chemistry and Mass Communication.
well damn, and now I’m retired from the pole…
😛
are there pics?
😀
only of the pole, I forgot to let them know I’m part vampire before they started shooting film.
Stripping is great but there is something about a girl who knows the pole……
Lordy…
Those are some damn athletic women.
And even more impressive? They’re doing all that in friggin’ stripper shoes. 6 inches, at the least for most of that footwear. I can’t even *walk* in those sorts of heels, much less flip around on a piece of rebar.
Whoa is only the half of it. Reposting….
Did you see the definition in their musculature? Those women are damn buff!
I think I am in deep and admiring love. or something, 😉
I did. The last one, the winner…just, wow. Way more upper body strength than most.
All I can think is OW OW CHAFING. XD But holy shit…that’s like gymnastics in stripper shoes and bikinis.
Bad. Ass.
Bad ass, indeed.
And legs. And arms. And tummies. I think they just became my “inspiration” pics for my workouts.
And people wonder why men go to strip clubs!
having worked in one*
I have *never* wondered that.
* – as a house mom. I will say that my girls were always well fed, well make-up’d and sober when the got *ON* the stage.
I found myself looking at some of the moves and thinking, “Are these women made of Mighty Putty!??! HOW ARE THEY STICKING TO THE POLE?!?!?!” Color me insanely impressed.
HOW ARE THEY STICKING TO THE POLE?!?
Magic. Pure, unadulterated magic.
Indeedly.
Miss Trixster was aptly named, but whoa the strength on the winner!
I know, right?