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Grandma was a Stripper

I was an ecdysiast, grandma said with delight Her grandson could not fathom this, try as he might His ninety-seven-year-old grandma on a stripper pole? That was before they had them, she said to young Cole. He could not picture her as a nude-like teaasing dancer. My striptease name was young Bambi Bubble Prancer. It took a long time to get this out of his sixteen-year-old head. Last thought he had for months every time he went to bed.

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