I checked off an item on my bucket list last June when I acted as a human leaf blower inside of a Los Angeles strip club.
Onstage Blac Chyna moved her body with hypnotic precision as I sweated out my edges (and good girdle) below, stuffing money tossed by towering professional athletes and rappers under the influence into a Victoria’s Secret travel tote that would later prove itself insufficient for the task.
Kneeling in the bevy of ballers I transferred the stream of C.R.E.A.M into a black Hefty bag, clutching on tightly to the top of the low-cut dress I was wearing, narrowly avoiding a wardrobe malfunction of Aretha Franklin proportions. I didn’t know my own strength.
The only thoughts running through my mind in that life defining moment: “I’m going to shrivel up and die if I make it on World Star Hip Hop” and “I wish I had some ass of my own to sell.”
Blac Chyna rapper beau Tyga pull double duty for the latest issue of Urban Ink magazine available on newsstands today.
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