The 26-year-old, who works at a Maryland car lot by day, has been pole dancing for five years. She says she was a competitive cheerleader in her 'early days'; must have been in her 'very' early days.
Bounding onto the platform, Lulu lifts, spins, slides, stands, grips, grinding all 252 pounds in a jaw-dropping defiance of mass over gravity, and stage-deforming pirouettes.
Back in the day, circus side shows were once home to the ladies like Lulu. The circus is gone now so anything goes. You can't make this stuff up!
Even gay males are primping on the poles, proving the culture has clearly collapsed. Nevermore the rooms full of cat-calling hetero-males oogling wintry women lathered wholly from a full night of lusty lap-dances. Tawdry burlesque has fallen into the dark depths of a bizarro world.
What's next? Rented snakes and one-legged ballerinas?
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