I have decided to publicly endorse my favorite presidential candidate, Bernie Sanders. I voted for Bernie Sanders in the 2016 presidential primary, and will do so again in 2020. While Bernie Sanders is not perfect, no other candidate comes close to supporting policies that I care about. I encourage my readers to participate in the primary election these next few weeks.
I’ve hated Kobe Bryant ever since he raped that hotel worker in Colorado back in 2003. Believing in karma is for victim blaming anti-science losers. That being said, StripperLaborRights.com is happy to announce that the universe brought down Kobe’s chopper, into a smoldering Calabasas crash this fine foggy Sunday. The other passengers were collateral damage. My condolences go out to all sexual assault victims who are experiencing pain today after seeing the ShitLib media worship this man like he was a god. That kind of stuff happens in strip clubs sometimes. Strip club staff will sexually assault the dancers, the dancers will be alienated when complaining about it, and the predator will keep his job, earning promotions for years to come.
CNN is all over this Kobe story. It amazes me that a death of a sportsball player is dominating the news, whilst climate catastrophe looms, whilst mass extinction is on the horizon, whilst homeless shelters overflow, whilst worker rights erode like sand castles, whilst we hurdle toward oblivion.
It is news events like this that remind me how strip clubs are little versions of the larger world, and then I get to thinking of that Shakespeare quote, “All the world’s a stage and the men and women merely players.”
I wonder how much money his cuck wife is getting in the will.
Some no-name caught wind of my Centerfold win and decided to write an article about it without ever contacting me or attempting to get permission. He got things wrong in the article, though it was mostly complimentary. I disagree that I am “combative” in the strip club workplace though. I am usually very civilized, quiet and keep to myself. Once in a while I’ve been known to politely write a letter to management, letting them know about labor violations. If I get sexually assaulted, I will assert my boundaries with predatory customers. None of that is “combative.”
I’ve had the misfortune of meeting hundreds of more combative strippers across the USA. They’re wearing hair hats, selling sex in the back room, and threatening to murder strippers who don’t put out like they do. They’re donning long pieces of plastic on top of their natural finger nails, throwing punches at any attractive woman who threatens their income flow, ridding the club of actual talent and beauty, and they’re requesting the DJ to play the most obnoxious, nagging, ass popping, degrading music imaginable. They’re body shaming svelte women, they’re stealing out of purses left in the dressing room, and they’re not interested in labor rights in the slightest. The liberal media, SJW attorneys and ignorant strippers in denial don’t want to talk about them. So, I get labeled combative instead. As I drift farther from the regressive left, I care less and less about concealing the truth of these matters.
Many plebs and other random freaks are obsessed with the reproductive system, so desperate journalists like to title articles about labor rights like “SEXploited.”
I was pleasantly surprised that the article covered a lot of details having to do with exploitative strip club practices. It’s one of the less cringe articles on the matter that I’ve come across lately, so I thought I’d share. It’s about dancing in PA. I’ve always heard that state is hell to work in, so I’ve never auditioned there. PA also requires two-party consent to audio record conversations, so that’s a deterrent.
I neglected to replace my aged alternator last August, which resulted in my car breaking down on a rural Tennessee highway between Chattanooga and Knoxville. I didn't know any local mechanics in Knoxville, so I just had the car towed to a mechanic with decent yelp reviews that was in close proximity to my motel. It was called Christian Brothers Automotive. Brittany at Christian Brothers gave me a shuttle ride from my motel, to pick up my car when it was ready. During our ride, she told me about the economic troubles she had been experiencing after leaving her deadbeat ex husband. He got her into debt when they had to split up, which resulted in her sleeping on her aunt and uncle's couch where they let her stay with the kids.
Several weeks after my alternator replacement, I needed new back brakes. I was in Knoxville again, so I took my car to Christian Brothers again, to replace my back brakes and rotors.
By the time I made it back up to Chicagoland, my new alternator failed. My brakes were so soft that the pedal went to the floor. With my warranty, I took my car to a Bolingbrook, Illinois Christian Brothers, to replace the failed one. I didn't want to visit another Christian Brothers, but with the warranty it was the easiest thing to do. They adjusted my brakes for me, due to the softness of them. The Bolingbrook Christian Brothers tried to hustle me into purchasing new front brakes, even though I did not need them.
Several weeks after that, when I was back in Knoxville again, I noticed my brakes were soft again. I took it back to the Knoxville Christian Brothers, to let them correct all of their fuck ups. They told me that my caliper and ABS Pump were leaking, and my car might not be safe to drive. So, I forked over about one thousand dollars to them for the repairs. It was around this time that they also gave me a sheet of paper with recommendations on them, for repairs that added up to around five-thousand dollars. Instead of Brittany driving the shuttle to my motel, this time it was an old lady. I think her name was Vera. Vera interrogated me with all sort of questions, in a very creepy, invasive way, about why I was traveling back and forth between Chicago and Knoxville, and why I was staying in a motel. On our drive from the mechanic to my motel, Vera became angry and frustrated with me for not answering any of her questions with clear answers. She dropped me off, huffing and puffing.
Several days later when my car was ready, Brittany interrogated me during our next shuttle ride. She implied that I could benefit from going to college, was suspicious about my staying in the motel so much, and was very concerned for me. While at Christian Brothers in the lobby, various technicians interrogated me as I stood there attempting to gather information about my vehicle. I wasn't actually able to go in the back to speak with the mechanic who worked on my vehicle. One of the front techs was named Justin Richter. Justin didn't respect my boundaries and avoidance in talking about my life, so he continued to prod and pry with creepy questions that had nothing to do with my car. Christian Brothers in Knoxville is a chain mechanic that employs ex military, espouses pro-Christian propaganda, and attempts to display a wholesome image to the public. It was a very disturbing experience, and unfortunately my brakes were still soft a few days later.
I took my vehicle to Christian Brothers again, to find out what the problem was with them. After leaving several angry voicemails on their answering machine, they gave me a gift certificate to an Italian restaurant, two-hundred dollars in credit to their company, and two free movie tickets. One of the last times I was in the lobby, Brittany was giggling in back and saying something about not wanting to get sued. Brittany, Justin and the rest of them never specifically mentioned googling me, but it was nonetheless a disturbing experience. I hate that place, and will never go back. I am embarrassed to have been there as much as I was.
This was the worst mechanic experience I have ever had in my life.
I decided to post about this on the blog to give an example of the types of ways people take advantage of marginalized women living unconventional lives. Living a life free of harassment and stigma is a larger part of one's rights as a (non-scab) former or current dancer.
Elle Stanger is a creepy Portland stripper who doesn’t understand the distinctions between independent contractor and employee, even though she is roughly the same age as me and has danced for a similar time period. All it takes is a google search term “economic realities” to get started on understanding those distinctions.
Several years ago when a Portland dancer named Matilda Bickers* was courageously suing Casa Diablo for misclassification and sexual harassment, Elle Stanger did many things to promote the harassment and abuse of Matilda Bickers. Elle has a media and internet presence, so her behaviors added a significant amount of stress to Matilda’s already stressful litigation process. Elle Stanger has a pattern of socializing with misogynist males and other people who are interested in promoting a patriarchal ideal of femininity and entertainment. I have always disliked Elle Stanger to an extreme degree.
Earlier last year, Elle Stanger emailed me, to ask if I wanted to be on her show. I immediately declined, of course. It was very strange to me that Elle was friendly when emailing this blog, since she already had me blocked on social media for quite a while. Elle Stanger has no interest in the unionization of dancers or recognizing our employee rights, so it was really weird to get an email from her. I let her know about my dismay with her past behaviors. She replied that Matilda Bickers has a past of making fake accounts to troll and be hostile, etc. I don’t have any problems with Matilda Bickers making fake troll accounts or being hostile in strip clubs to customers who are engaging in harassment. In fact, I do all of those same things myself. In fact, I am also blacklisted from an array of strip clubs across the country for my labor rights interests.
For the New Year, I just want to remind all the strippers out there that it’s OK to be assertive with one’s rights, not fit patriarchal standards of behavior, not be congenial, and fight for your employee rights even if you are in an industry that is traditionally stigmatized and shunned by mainstream society. It’s also OK to turn down crappy publications, shows and journalist inquiries if you feel they are not working in your best interests.
Editor’s Note: Matilda Bickers is the same individual discussed in my article “footwear.” While I applaud Bickers suing Casa Diablo, she is otherwise a genocidal SJW typically found in places like Portland, and should be taken with caution.
I am a woman of many interpersonal struggles. One of my ongoing struggles is with the New York Times. Earlier this year, I posted about an interaction I had with a New York Times journalist named Natalie. Recently, another one named Nellie Bowles contacted me.
Nellie Bowles wants to know what my thoughts are on California’s AB5. I texted her to set up a specific time in which we could chat on the phone. Nellie seemed to have a lot of problems with making an appointment. She was either unwilling or completely uninterested in setting up a specific time to talk. Instead, she played phone tag with me on Christmas Eve, at random intervals, while I watched a Harry Potter marathon on the USA network. I wanted to mourn the death of Cedric Diggory and wallow in my own nostalgic misery on Christmas Eve, not play phone tag with the New York Times. By the end of the night, I decided to go ahead and pass on the newest opinion request from the New York Times. I don’t really like that magazine and I don’t think that shitty journalists have the best interests of stripper labor rights in mind when they write their articles. There are plenty of great writers who are also strippers, who can post their own comments about California’s AB5. While I may link to articles in these posts sometimes, I also wish there were alternatives.
I am really happy about California’s AB5, because while the near future may make the life of misclassified employees, who think they’re freelancers, more complicated— in the long term, they will be happy about having employee rights. I think the people who are opposed to AB5 are sorely misinformed about how much power this bill will give to workers, both employees and true freelancers who don’t want to get bossed around. That’s my opinion, a StripperLaborRights.com exclusive, hot off the presses.
Omaha has a strip club proprietor named Shane Harrington. He owns a club called Club Omaha. Shane and his club have been in the news for fighting on behalf of freedom of expression in the state of Nebraska. I really admire that aspect of the industry, as I am a big supporter of the ACLU.
What I don’t admire about Shane Harrington’s clubs is that he is misclassifying his dancers as independent contractors when they are actually employees. In fact, several have contacted me, asking for help. These poor dancers are misinformed about the fact that they are employees, and believe their contracts signed away all of their rights. Even as I gave them instructions on how to hold Shane accountable, they continue to send me stupid emails, both countering what I am helping them with, while continuing to ask for help. I am going to say a few things once for everybody to understand. If you cannot understand this stuff, I feel really sorry for you:
— You are an EMPLOYEE at Shane’s club even if he calls you something else.
— A misclassification lawsuit would most likely be successful. Even arbitration agreements and clauses meant to deter class actions can be fought and beat.
— The EEOC is an ok resource of sexual harassment claims for EMPLOYEES.
— The NLRB is a great resource for wrongful termination claims for EMPLOYEES.
— Finding a qualified private attorney working on contingency would be great for a class action or other claims, including sexual harassment. Maybe start with Kathleen Neary and see what she has to say.
— Just because a contract says something does not mean the contract is valid. Most strip club contracts are paper tigers.
There you have it, everybody. I have been told that Shane Harrington makes it mandatory for dancers to participate in an online discussion forum. That strikes me as incredibly stupid on his part, making him incredibly vulnerable in several ways. But, I don’t know the details and only receive weird emails from people who don’t know how to use google to find out resources and basic labor rights.
I never worked at any of Shane’s clubs while I was in Nebraska. He definitely looks like a douche though. I hope he gets sued.
Everyone has a right to go to the doctor without being sexually assaulted or harassed, even strippers. It’s sad that I have to write that sentence.
This website is primarily about misclassification matters, labor violations, preventing assault inside the workplace, and examining the players involved. However, sometimes things happen to me outside of the workplace that are so egregious I need to blog about them.
Strippers and other adult workers have the right to visit a doctor without experiencing stigma, bigotry, harassment and general stupidity that the civilian population often exhibits towards us. As an “out” stripper, I have had several negative experiences with care workers that I did not deserve. I have been sexually assaulted and harassed by medical workers, all female, after mentioning my job.
Carolyn McAlpin has been mentioned on this website before. She was a nurse practitioner in Illinois who I visited several years ago as a general check-up. When I mentioned that I am a dancer, she began accusing me of having sexual relations with customers and telling me about STD prevention. She then rapidly approached me and hoisted up my skirt without asking, and with no prior notification, to press on my abdomen. This was not a gynecological office visit, rather a GP office to check my blood pressure and overall health. Sometimes I fantasize about beating the shit out of her until she can no longer work with other patients. This event happened years ago and I still haven't completely recovered from it, and probably never will. Sometimes I think about it and am filled with rage. I googled her office and found that one of the doctors she was under has also been in trouble for sexual assault in the past. This was an office that Obamacare had me go to one year when I bought into the Affordable Care Act.
Teresa Marshall is a chiropractor in Mankato, Minnesota. After being rear-ended in a vehicle accident, I had to visit a chiropractor as part of my insurance claim, though I normally would never go to someone like that. Several years ago, that chiropractor was Teresa Marshall. Teresa made various disparaging comments about strippers during my visits to her office. She would obsessively ask me questions about what it was like being a stripper and tell me that I was probably more prone to getting diseases because I worked in an unsanitary environment. One day while I was laying face-down on her stupid adjustment bed, she smacked my ass, as a way to notify me that the appointment was over. I absolutely considered it sexual assault, and notified the local sexual assault survivors support group about it, which I was attending already.
I hate Teresa Marshall and would love nothing more than for her to have some terrible accident preventing her from practicing any more. After being sexually assaulted, I stopped seeing her and switched to a chiropractor named Carol Walters, also in Mankato. I had to continue going to a chiropractor due to the nature of my personal injury claim.
Carol Walters did not sexually assault me in the physical sense, rather it was her barrage of questions about the emotional aspect of being a stripper that left me very vulnerable and uncomfortable. Beyond attempting to find out information for my personal injury, Carol Walters would say things to me such as, “What was the most traumatizing experience you’ve ever had in a strip club working?” She would ask me personal, emotional questions that nobody wants to answer to a stranger in an enclosed space, and questions that had nothing to do with her treating my whiplash from my car accident.
I have had attorneys tell me that if I publicly commented on these experiences, I would be vulnerable to defamation suits. I don’t think I would be happier keeping silent about these things though, and I will not relent in terms of doxxing. I understand that asset protection plans are a great way to guard oneself.
Someone sent me this article a few months ago. It’s kind of interesting, but not surprising at all. For some reason, Silk Madison gets googled more than a lot of these clubs and subsequently the Wisconsin Silk posts on this website come up.
Sometimes strip clubs have employees working in the dressing room who are titled “house mom.” Sometimes these employees are on the club's payroll, given a minimum wage and title VII protections like normal employees. Sometimes these employees are misclassified as independent contractors, even though they are actually employees. If the latter is true, house moms don't get a minimum wage. Either way, house moms primarily rely on dancer tips to make a living.
It is the house mom's job to do things such as make sure the dancers get to stage on time, bring food to the dancers, supply the dancers with hygiene products, help dancers with makeup and costumes, provide emotional support to dancers, and clean the dressing room. Any other workplace would refer to this role as manager, but because strip clubs love to exploit women in any way possible in order to save money, house moms exist. In return for the house mom's presence, the dancers usually refer to the house mom as “mom,” give her significant amounts of their dance money and engage in gossip with her.
It is in the club’s best legal interests to have house moms engage in managerial commands and duties. That way, if the club is sued and the club manager is called to testify, he can deny that a manager ever controlled a dancer in the workplace. He needn’t mention the house mom.
I almost never get along with the house moms. There are numerous reasons why I do not get along with them, and all of my reasons are extremely valid. If you are a dancer reading this and you do not get along with house moms, your reasons are probably also extremely valid.
One of the main reasons why I do not get along with house moms, is because I am a mature adult woman, and do not emotionally rely on a pathetic low life bottom feeder who hangs out in strip club dressing rooms. I have never, fucking EVER referred to these women as “mom.” My preference to refer to them as their legal names has usually upset them to varying degrees. Most house moms have some kind of discernible mental illness, so they are emotionally invested in the concept of being called “mom” by a group of young women, with all of the intimate power leverage that maternity gives them. It upsets the deluded narcissism of house moms to have an independent, self-sufficient woman such as myself impeding on their dressing room space, refusing to be infantilized in a pseudo parent-child dynamic. I have always found it to be extremely warped, exploitative and disgusting to have a coworker use such a title-- an extension to the equally corrupt idea of some workplaces “being like family!”
Another reason why house moms usually dislike me and try to get me fired, is because I hardly ever “tip” them my money. One exception is the rare occasion of when I forget to bring my own food and buy theirs. Another exception is when the strip club sets a mandatory minimum amount of money that I have no choice in giving away to the house mom. In the latter case, I make sure to steal bottles of body spray and other hygiene items from the house moms, to get back some of the money that I lost with the mandatory minimum “tip” that is essentially stolen from me.
A lot of house moms are former dancers or other industry workers. Sometimes house moms are just random outsiders who fell into the job. Either way, house moms are people without a lot of life accomplishments and skills. They are people who need to make an income and do not have the mental capacity to pursue other economic avenues. Combined with these traits, house moms have lots of free time to sit around doing nothing in the dressing room but talk shit. Many losers with low self-esteem are threatened by people who they know are better than they are. If a dancer is reserved, successful at making money and not interested in the petty minutiae of dressing room gossip, dancers such as myself, this causes house moms to engage in gossip with other dancers who are not as successful. This leads to bullying, physical assault, threats, and property damage. All of these things have happened to me because of house moms, when I have done nothing but ignore them, go about my work shift, not use their products or given them my money.
I did not know what a house mom was for the entire time that I danced in Oregon, and only learnt in my mid-twenties after I ventured out of that state. Some strip clubs have a male house mom. Polekatz in Chicagoland had an obese, flamboyantly homosexual male Latino house mom, named Angel, regularly screaming at and berating dancers until they cried.
It would be great if more strippers involved in labor rights tried to destroy the power of the “house mom.” I have considered the thought of joining forces with house moms, since they are exploited workers. However, I do not believe that any house mom would ever have the interest, independence or mental capacity to ever do that.
In sum, here are what house moms truly are: Strip clubs need to control dancers like employees. House moms are used to manipulate dancers with mommy issues, with maternal demands and instructions that the dancer follows. In exchange, the dancer gives away her hard earned money to her mommy-manager, who usually doesn’t get paid hourly herself because she too is a misclassified employee. Strip clubs save money by using house moms, instead of paying an actual manager with a salary and benefits. Not only does the house mom get paid by the dancer, but her job feeds her own mental illness and desire to be the maternal center of a family that she never had. When the strip club is sued, it is much easier for them to deny employer obligations when they had a creepy house mom in the dressing room. One might think that dancers would wise up to this and unite against all of these dynamics, but most of them are too stupid and weak to ever do that. Most of the time, the majority of dancers lovingly support the house mom and club. Be it female instinct to self-destruct or a conditioned behavior by society, strip clubs benefit from scab-bitch behavior, have laughed all the way to the bank for many years, and will for many years into the future, even as an occasional lawsuit crops up.
Westword published this article about the VCG ruling from last Summer. I’m really proud to be a part of this one and look forward to what the future brings.
Sometimes I get flack and questions about why I am releasing the government names and personal information of people who have scabbed in the workplace or otherwise done things that have sabotaged my goals. One of the main reasons why it’s beneficial to doxx these people, is because it provides a psychological analysis and profile to document the types of individuals who clog the way to better strip club working conditions. I have heard the argument that I am putting an already vulnerable group of people at greater risk, and for the sole reason that they sex workers, I should not doxx scabs. It is blasphemy to out a closeted sex worker in most leftist circles. However, if I chose to protect the identities of horrible people on the singular basis that they are strippers, I would be doing a disservice to all of the workers of the world who fight for their rights. I have no solidarity with scabs. If I was a scab stripper, I would consider myself lucky to not have to deal with Teamsters of last century, who regularly broke the arms of strike breakers in back allies so they could no longer drive. If I was being as tactful and brutal as my predecessors, I would be breaking legs and busting faces of all the back stabbing strip club workers who I have encountered throughout my journey to spread stripper labor rights across America like Johnny Appleseed. Of course the world needs to know who these people are. The apathy and malice expressed from people I have doxxed isn’t anything to protect. Fuck ‘em.
Normally when other strippers have sued clubs, the communications that I have with them are positive. However, one stripper named Arielle Deckert has repeatedly trolled the comments section of my website. Arielle Deckert worked at Seville during the same time that I did. She is friends with misogynist rape lyricist, Joel Wheelock. What’s different about Arielle Deckert is that she has participated in a lawsuit against an RCI club.
Arielle’s attorney was the slime ball who I dismissed, Ashwin Madia. If any of my readers have information about the outcome of Arielle’s case or why she is confused about labor law, please contact me. This Arielle Deckert stuff is a few years old now, but I am curious.
In the Spring of 2018, I was illegally terminated from a club called Centerfold in Columbus, Ohio. The things that Centerfold did to try to get rid of me were atrocious and traumatizing. For example, Centerfold manager Brenda Willis-Bonzo instructed a friend of hers to come into the club and sexually assault me, so she could have camera footage of physical contact between me and a customer, fire me for prostitution and lie under oath. Fortunately Brenda didn’t get away with that. An angel named Jamie Stevenson, who was a manager at Centerfold, gave a testimony that helped my case greatly. They did me pretty dirty over at Centerfold. The NLRB decision is available here: NLRB Centerfold Decision.
The decision is in appeals right now. This past Summer when I found out that I won, it was a very emotional victory. I’m not celebrating too much since they’re trying to appeal it, but I’m feeling positive. The Centerfold class action is ongoing and separate from the NLRB charge.
I’ll do a Centerfold series after it’s all over.
There’s been some good news in the world of stripper rights over the past few months.
Onyx was sued in Charlotte, NC.
California labor law has recently ruled in favor of strippers.
I stayed at Choice for about seven months before leaving voluntarily for Seville, during the Spring of 2016. The money at Choice had dried up and I fit enough beauty standards to go elsewhere, so that is what I did. Not getting fired from Choice was a significant factor in their argument that I was not forced to follow rules that would legally classify my as an employee.
Normally, dancers use fake names for anonymity purposes while working in strip clubs. One thing Denise DuPey did on the witness stand was take advantage of this by making it seem odd. She stated, “She didn't even tell me her real name,” when describing my behavior at Choice. This was done to paint me as a shady figure. Her already damning testimony was enhanced by that stupid statement.
Choice never paid all of the taxes on the money that I made for them, and did not take accurate records of all the money that they collected from me. Despite Denise DuPey's lies that I was a prostitute soliciting customers to meet me outside of work, prostitution often occurred within the club while I was working there, between my coworkers and customers. Another reason why Choice was so slow, is because the business itself is a cover for drug trafficking. Certain dancers kept large amounts of narcotics in their lockers, which they occasionally popped in to retrieve before heading out on the streets of Minneapolis to sell.
Over all, Choice was a very unpleasant working environment that I wish I would have left sooner. They beat me in court due to misogynist hatred of sex workers, and it’s a point in my life that I’d prefer not to dwell on any more.
In the past when I've covered other clubs in a series, there were sections of doxxing various traitors and scabs. I'm certainly in favor of that when needed. I just don't think that any of the behaviors of my coworkers at Choice breached the threshold of such a need. Many of the Choice dancers were relatively aware of their labor rights, hated Tom and Denise, and only submitted to them out of desperate economic need, fear of the IRS, and an inability to get hired elsewhere due to the conformist, exclusionary beauty standards at other clubs. I have entertained the thought of doxxing the dancer who lied about being in law school and brought dancers over to Tom's house to party, or the one who shoved Hima B. while we were filming on the street outside, or many of the other losers at that place who schmoozed Tom, rising economically in the post-apocalyptic industrial area of downtown Minneapolis like wolves of Chernobyl. My heart's just not in it to discuss them any further. I don’t blame them for the white supremacist capitalist patriarchy or my trial.
Editor’s Note: Audrina’s name and personal information has been changed or hidden at the request of living relatives.
When I left Las Vegas in the Spring of 2015 and headed to the Twin Cities, it was in part because I thought Minnesota would be the opposite of Las Vegas in many ways. What I found out was that the Twin Cities are ghetto as fuck.
Audrina and I worked together at Choice. We were two of the top earners. Audrina was kind and beautiful. She was envied by many ugly crappy hustlers, for her marketable beauty and impeccable sales skills. Audrina was humble and giving, using her stripper money to support relatives. She lived a healthy lifestyle, devoting time to exercise, healthy eating and self care. Audrina enjoyed life and the fruits of her profession. One of her last vacations was to Florida, where she enjoyed playing in the sea and eating Mexican food. Audrina was admired by many, including me.
Audrina and I were not friends, nor were we enemies. We were just colleagues, with different perspectives on Choice. Denise DuPey, who abused many dancers at Choice, almost always let Audrina leave earlier, or break other rules that everyone else at Choice had to follow. When Tom Hoskamer came into Choice, Audrina would run up to him, hug him, and refer to him as “Daddy.” That was cringe-worthy and disgusting. Preferential treatment of workers based on this type of behavior is grounds for sexual discrimination and labor abuse violations. While the staff's behaviors toward Audrina were disturbing, I didn't blame her for these things, nor did I ever speak a negative word about her in the workplace.
While Audrina was from a pleasant suburb of Minneapolis with good schools, she had a preference for urban culture. This preference manifested itself into her speaking with a certain unnatural dialect, listening to a certain type of music, and surrounding herself with a certain type of demographic. People with these kinds of preferences are statistically more likely to get shot in gang warfare and petty, plebeian inner city conflict.
I'm not sure if Audrina would have testified for Choice if she was alive at the time.
Audrina was shot on Labor Day 2016, after I had already left Choice, but before the case went to district court. She stayed in a coma for several weeks in the hospital, before dying. None of it was her fault. At the same time, people should take note and measures to avoid ShitLib cities like Minneapolis or Chicago, where bullets fly regularly.
Many people in the Minneapolis strip club industry knew about it, and even after I left Minneapolis for rural Mankato, I ran into customers there who knew her, and were mourning the loss of sweet gentle Audrina.
