Oh, happy motherfucking day! Tonight I get to walk right into Milo's office and tell him I'm done!


I'm still going to dance my shift, collect my tips and all, but I am finished with this place!


Giorgios passed away last night and my poor mama is a wreck. She really did love him, I guess.


Anyway, she needs me, and since it's a holiday weekend, my son and I can hop on a plane for Miami tomorrow and begin plans for our new life—after consoling Mom, of course.


I have to help her plan his funeral because she is beside herself. (He didn't have any kids of his own; that he knew of anyway. Giorgios was super hot back in, like, the 70s or something.)


I have a lot of cash saved up although Mom says we are going to be set. I actually stopped getting so many fillers and that helped save me some coin. My face was starting to look really square-ish, kind of like Darcey from 90 Day Fiance. And hey, I love Darcey and her sister Stacey. Those ladies have their priorities squared away. Mostly.


But yeah. I can actually close my lips now and when I laugh, my eyebrows can raise up a little, which is good, I guess, because I have been laughing ever since those first-class tickets were booked.


I even brought my Louis Vuitton Cabas Piano Tote to pack up all my stuff after my shift tonight.


I don't have any hard feelings really. Milo is okay and the other girls are great. I think some of them might actually be older than they are saying too, so that's kind of cool. But the only people that can kiss my BBL ass are those guys who think I owe them something for free.


These are usually the same asshole dipshits who can't even be bothered to brush their teeth or spray on some goddamned Axe Body Spray (sparingly, of course) before coming here and telling me that they could make me feel things I've never felt before, so I should just give them that lapdance minus the g-string, on the house.


Every club I've ever worked at has had these chumps. It's almost like they're everywhere.


Naw, dawg, I don't owe you shit...but I will happily take your $20 for the private dance and laugh all the way to the airport tomorrow.


I guess it's safe to say that I am officially retiring after tonight.


Taz - or Jessica, rather - out.