Erica, I want to read you a text I got this morning from a friend. You know, I'm going to change the names to protect the innocent. Oh, no. Okay. There are three homosexuals in this story. So Mark, Rick, and Steve. Okay. These are the people that we're going to talk about. These are the nephews on Seal Magnolius. Exactly. Yeah. My good friend Mark

texts me this morning. So Rick is planning a bachelor party for one of his friends,

and everyone in this group that's involved has voted on a stripper. Okay, fine, but the plot

thickens. They're going to Vegas, and apparently there are basically no gay strippers

there. So after a quick search, Rick found out that the best alternative is to find

yourself a gay escort, which apparently Vegas has no shortage of, because they often strip. So here

we are. My husband has officially hired a prostitute. I feel proud. Also, his name is Steve,

and he costs $300 an hour.

Wow.

I have questions.

I want to know, is there a pro rate if they're just stripping and we're not, it's not actual sex?

No, because this is still an hour of Steve's time.

Steve needs to earn that $300.

Right.

So I think if that Steve's going rate, whether he's giving you a hand job or stripping,

like that's the rate.

Isn't it weird to think of going?

Like, I have never been to a bachelor or bachelorette party in which there's like a group

of people and then one person is stripping.

No, that's got to be so awkward.

So awkward, right?

I've coordinated a couple of bacheloretts that ended with like a strip club. A strip club,

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