If you're reading this, you might be a stripper. You might know a stripper. You might wish you were a stripper but just can't get over that whole 'social stigma' thing and so you're stuck with my righteous words of DO IT DO IT DO IT until you actually might (or might not) do it.
You know what rippers love? Fuckin' presents.
The problem is that a hustler buys all the shit she needs and wants with her own hard-earned money. This makes the holidays a little tricky for your benevolent ass.
Fear not, I am here to help.
What to get the woman who gets by just fine all by her damn self:
Because, like feminism, Marabou pumps are for everyone. And you can never have enough pairs.