Sassy by name, Sassy by nature, I write to explode the myths which surround the lapdancing profession - standing up for the clubs, the girls and the customers. Its not always drinking champagne and playing with my tits - it can be hassle, hustling and hangovers. At heart I'm just a regular twenty-something posh cockney living in London who likes taking her clothes off...
Well technically I changed it because some nasty idiot had hacked into my email account and was spamming everyone, so I got advised to change my passwords by a tec-savvy regular who is not only my favourite customer but is also great when my computer explodes (figurativelly speaking – I haven’t blown up my laptop – not yet anyhow).
Anyways, I thought it would be a good idea to change the passwords on ALL of my accounts, which I did, making them all really difficult ones with $$$ and £££ signs and numbers in no paticular order and non-stripping related estoric words like ‘aubergine’ or ‘rammification’. I wrote down my new passwords on a bright yellow post-it note – so bright that I would never lose it – and went to sleep.
The next day I logged in ok and tapped the keys merrily, feeling pleased that I had thwarted the spammers, but of course after a few days the post-it has been lost under piles of washed underwear that I need to put away, some empty mugs of tea, a copy of Vogue and those library books I need to bring back.
So apologies for that, especially to the reader ‘wasjustboredandcurious’ whose comments have been sitting in my moderation box for ages.
However, in the meantime I did 6 shifts at the club, got a VIP at 5 of them, caught a cold from a customer and singed my hair whilst downing a shot. Blonde highlights are obviously extremely flammable and I will take more care in the future…..