It’s a Strongbow kind of afternoon here at the 340. And my fave hooker just sat down next to me!
I think I’m ready to go hang with sluts, peelers, and rub-and-tuggers, don’t you?
I asked my friend Susie the sex worker to guest list me for this event next week, because it sounds like way too fun an opportunity to pass up. It’s at The Penthouse, which was one of the hottest clubs on the West coast in the middle part of last century, hosting every big name touring performer (as showbiz historian and homedawg Kliph Nesteroff’s most excellent blogs will attest) and is now one of the remaining strip clubs in Vancouver, a city that was at one time rather famous for them (you can search that for yourself, cuz I ain’t yo Google, bitch). I’m stoked for the spectacle and the CRAZEBALLS people-watching, but I’m also really quite excited to see all the pictures and memorabilia from the supper club days in the 40’s and 50’s inside… and to be quite honest, there’s actually very few bars left in Vancouver that I haven’t yet been to in my 20+ years of living drinking here.
I first met Susie smoking a joint behind the Cambie, and when I remarked to her “this is really good weed,” she replied, “it ought to be… I had to suck enough dicks to get it.” I thought she was joking. She wasn’t.
When I had a very short-lived magazine of my own, she was the first and only person I was able to get to buy an ad. Between that and her tireless, heartfelt advocacy for her fellow sex workers, I’m proud to call her a friend.
I’m also happy to pass on her number to any of you boys planning a visit here. Girl knows how to show a fellow (or a rugby team) a good time… and bitch sure writes a hell of an escort ad.