baby_hitler tender_square back when she lived in nyc, she worked as a topless can-can dancer in an underground vaudeville show. it was run by the grandson of a famous composer, some dude who did a bunch of drugs and rubbed shoulders with celebrities. it was this whole debauched dionysian affair, though she didn't take part in its excesses. patrons would pay a grand to walk through the door, would openly do coke at their tables, while supermodels walked around the place wearing nothing but a ribbon tied around their waists. the performers would do three shows a night on weekends. there was a woman who painted canvases by squirting paint tubes from her vagina into the audience. there was another who rode a toy horse and drank her own piss. she was particularly fond of the woman who emerged from a huge russian nesting doll, performed a traditional dance, then squatted and released another nesting doll from inside her. the dancers would spend a lot of time in the dressing room passing time before next curtain call. stationed outside their door was a little person who acted as the bouncer. he was always dressed in a hitler costume. he'd chain-smoke cigarettes and escort them up the stairs, this herd of leggy antelopes he could so easily be trampled by. he'd wait in the wings blowing smoke rings and walk them back down. 230116 what's it to you? who go blather from