Fair warning. If you ask me to dance to shit like Britney Spiers or Justin Fucking Bieber, I am going to ram the spiked heel of my rather delicious shoes so far up your flabby, pale ass that you will be choking on stiletto for a week.
My job is to dance, wiggle my ass and tits for you and send you on your way with a raging hard on into the world not to educate you on the finer points of musical taste.
My job is to dance, wiggle my ass and tits for you and send you on your way with a raging hard on into the world not to educate you on the finer points of musical taste.