He's looking for Cash, you're searching for Love. You hired him to strip for you, he's just playin' the Vegas life, down to the last cards. But just before he drops everything, you told him to stop. Surprised, he looked at you, questions in his eyes. You're weird he said, usually everyone just tells him to jump on the bed and do the deed, he moves slowly, closer towards you. Like a dummy, you just sat there, and stared at him. "I think I like you, I really do." He checks his watch, two more hours before the next appointment, he can deal with this drama. You told him that you're lonely, that it's your last night at Vegas and you just don't want to ruin it by just hiring someone to strip, you want the real thing. Emotions, Feelings, and yes, relationship. He checks his jeans which was lying on the floor, he just wanna make sure that his wallet is intact, just in case you don't have the cash, and will totally just waste his time or worst you're the con guy, this is Vegas, anything can happen. You held his hands and kneeled down, next to the bed where earlier you're dummy sitting. Maybe he wants to do it now, he quietly said to himself. He lift his head towards the popcorn ceiling. But then, he felt something. Something wet. OMG! He said to himself, this guy needs some help. He's crying. You stood up and tried to wipe your tears, you head to the bedside table, and grabbed, four hundred. You handed the cash to him and told him that he can go. He silently took everything, including your hopes, and just when he was putting on his jeans, he looked at you, one last time. From his eyes, you saw a shot of pain. The same pain that's hunting you for years. Loneliness. Shots by Andrei Vishnyakov, The Vegas Stripper.
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