So there is this magical place in Alda, Nebraska.

It has since been torn down.

But many, many moons ago, I would say

there was a lot of fun stuff happening for the farmers out there, which was the main clientele.

And also too, fun fact, there was a lot of prostitution happening in this particular environment.

Believe it or not, there was a lot of pimp's coming out of Minneapolis that were bringing in girls to this particular place.

I was introduced to this club because I had gotten

fired from another club and our mutual friend decided to pick me up one day and

take me down to work complete with a you know a lovely

cocktail of Yeager Meister and Red Bull.

Yes so I get to this club and I'm pretty sure I was the only white girl there.

So that was intimidating right out of the get-go. When I tell you this place was just absolute craziness, They made you pay for your own music through a jutebox.

So imagine walking into like a bar where there's a jutebox, you put money in, so the dancers

would have to pay for their own music. The dressing room in the back was literally

an unfinished concrete block type setup and it was just a free-for-all for blunts and shenanigans and who's talking about.

I don't know if you're familiar with this term but getting a date so that was always a big concern.

So you don't ever say you're going to go out and prostitute, you say.

You don't say that.

I need to go find a date for the night.

Date.

So there was a lot of these conversations that I was unfamiliar with and just sort of thrown into.

And I was kind of like a deer in the headlights, so to speak.

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