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[limeade-l3sbian]

Who was Kagney Linn Necessary?

(the gofundme for her memorial/funeral will be at the end.)

Kagney Linn Necessary was born in Harris County, Texas in 1987, and raised in St. Joseph, Missouri and in Ridgway, Pennsylvania. [x]

In her early years, she moved to California with ambitions of becoming an actress and a singer but entered work as an exotic dancer before signing with LA Direct Models, a pornographic agency. Karter entered the adult film industry in September 2008.[x]

But that wasn't the entirety of who Kagney was. At face value, the only information I could find with a quick search was the basic information above from Wikipedia. All anyone seemed to know about her was who she was when she was in the "industry." I wanted to see what I could find about her, the person. Not Kagney Linn Karter, but Kagney Linn Necessary.

I raked through interviews she had, her personal social media accounts, and any other articles that I could find just to find any little facts about her that I could.

I thought about omitting her time within the porn industry to focus solely on everything else except that. But I feel it would be tasteless to keep it out. I think it needs to be mentioned. I think it is important to show that women pulled into the porn industry are not these separate beings from any other woman with dreams. This was a 36 year old woman who was just like any other woman who was preyed upon.

Necessary released an EP, The Crossover, in 2018. In 2022, Karter released her debut album, titled The Take Over. [x] She would post clips of her singing covers of songs as well as songs from her upcoming EP on her Instagram.

In 2022, she began learning how to play the piano, even posting a video of her progress.

Necessary was also a recovering addict. In 2021, she posted about the things that helped her stay clean and how she was pleased at having a second chance at life. In an interview, she was intentionally vague about the substances she used, only referring to them as "candy" and "a little bit of everything." But with no insurance or money for rehab, she opted to detox herself at her parents home, working at their tanning salon for free in exchange for "produce."

She moved from Los Angeles to Ohio in 2019 and got involved with pole dancing fitness studios before being involved the opening of one in Akron, called Alchemy Pole Fitness. She posted many videos of herself having fun and practicing new/old moves.

In November 2023, she was posting pictures of her new house and how well it was coming together,

[their website leads to a website called Alchemy Space Studios and says that it was founded and run by a separate woman. But upon looking up the LLC for the business, Kagney is named as the registrant and she is named as the owner of the space in two separate articles.]

In 2015, Carter claimed musician Chris Brown paid her $2,500 to be his escort. She reportedly tweeted things like 'I WILL NEVER F*** A WOMAN BEATER EW DISGUSTING' and 'HE IS PURE EVIL' about Brown.

I just felt like adding that because what a queen.

From her students from the studio and friends, she was known to love animals, including her dog, Murphy, and had a deep devotion to the community she was cultivating in Ohio. She was known to be fearless and empathetic, creating her studio as a place for people to feel safe and accepted.

These were the things I could find of her from her personal accounts and the people who loved her. She wasn't an object that will be missed for what "uses" it had. She was a woman who had dreams, who had a community who love her, who had a husband who loves her, dogs she cared for and loved who loved her, and a mother who loves her. I didn't want her story to be another reblog of a lost life.

I know this post is sporadic and clunky, but I wanted to just grab any information I could without crossing boundaries (ex. contacting the family or something tasteless like that). I just wanted to share what she had already shared with the world.

Her friend, Megan Lee, has posted a gofundme that has already surpassed their goal. But I would still suggest donating if you are able. Rest in peace, Kagney Linn Necessary. 💜

[itsnotbird]

Orphic ~ File 6

Kalon (adj.) ; Possessing a beauty that is more than skin deep

Bucky!Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, trauma, Bucky slowly growing crazy, obsession, alcohol, tw

Previous Part

Masterlist

It’s a slight twitch, one that contorts your sleeping face. You spiral into a dream.

“Head Father won’t be happy.”

“He’s never happy.”

Fifteen is a strange age to be covered in blood, but here you are in the shower room, getting your hands scrubbed by 502. A deal gone wrong, that’s going to earn you three days in the pen.

You talk in hush whispers, if anyone finds you talking in English, you’ll be in bigger trouble.

“I’ll be in trouble when he returns from Siberia.” You exclaim, pulling the gun from the holster tucked into the back of your pants.

“We’ll be in our way to Miami before he returns, it’ll buy you some time. Listen to what Mikhaylov tells you, be obedient and maybe Father will go easy on you.”

She pulls your hair from the braid it was in, then points to one of the showers.

“I’ll stand guard.” She promises.

That was a moment of peace before agents were taking you to the lab.

“Hello, 505.”

You sit in the metal chair, completely silent, just staring at the badge on his dirty white coat.

Jon Petrov.

Your eyes open, staring at the window. Quickly before you forget, you throw the covers off of you and rush to your desk in the corner, pulling out a notepad and writing down every detail. Still in your pajamas, you rush out of your room, down the halls, searching for someone to show.

Your mouth opens, one single noise comes out as if you were to call upon someone, but then you remember they’re all gone.

They left for Vermont early in the morning.

They couldn’t have left you alone, could they?

You shut your eyes, seeing if you can locate an energy close by.

Dr. Banner is in the lab.

“Jesus, kid.” He states in shock as you stand in the doorway, completely silent. “It’s crazy weird how soft you walk.”

You give a sorry smile and hold your notes out. He takes them with a curious look, then looks them over.

“Did you just remember this?” He asks.

You nod your head.

“Good, I’ll send it over to the team, maybe it can help.”

You don’t stick around, you go back to wandering aimlessly, trying to decide if you actually want to get dressed.

Most would argue that today was a day that you make the rules.

Because today is your birthday, and you are alone.

You do get dressed, knee socks, skirt, top, nothing extremely interesting, but you glide around the halls effortlessly, entertaining yourself while the entire floor is empty for once. Pushing random buttons on the stereo until music plays, you recognize the song.

You and 503 were in a Los Angeles strip club for a mission three years ago, dancing to this song. She looked over at you with a grin, enjoying the exotic dancer life a little too much.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the memory. Into the kitchen you go, and decide you could easily figure out how to make a birthday cake.

As awful as that place was, if you were good, those in charge of your division would bake you a cake and reward you with gifts- gifts they’d take away as soon as you slipped up.

And even though you have directions pulled up on your phone, the mixing of ingredients doesn’t exactly go smoothly. It takes probably double the time it would normally take to pour the batter into a cake tin and put it into the oven.

Then it occurs to you that you’ve never used an oven so it takes a moment to understand the entirely too high tech thing.

All these simple things, and yet you have no clue. You’re a trained assassin with altered abilities, you will not be defeated by things of a 1950’s housewife.

Now you aren’t exactly sure how you get here, licking a spoonful of frosting while standing on top of the grand island. Like a trance, you dance to the loud music, nursing the power coming from your finger tips, letting it mist around the room.

How free you feel.

The timer goes off and you pull the perfectly round cake from the oven, frosting it. There’s no candles laying around, so you use matches.

You smile to yourself, then blow out the flames. You eat a slice, then put it in the fridge with a note that says ‘Not poisoned, enjoy’, making sure the others know it’s trustworthy.

That might not be normal, but it’s always been a concern of yours when eating things.

Dancing into the living room, you lose yourself in the beat, not really concerned about anything else.

The team returns from the leads in Vermont with not much success, only a few things they can work with.

“Is that music?” Steve asks as they enter the living quarters. The doors open upon their arrival, letting them follow the beats in the air.

“Aren’t you supposed to have enhanced hearing? Yeah, it’s music.” Tony rolls his eyes.

It gets louder and louder, a trail that leads them to the show.

A bottle of champagne in one hand, you twirl around, hips swaying, good footwork, hair falling messy in your face. You look a little messy, eyeliner smudged, lips red from sucking straight from the bottle.

Bucky’s heart stops in his chest.

You’re gorgeous.

The team just stops and stares, frozen in shock.

You choke and sputter on your next drink, finally seeing the group watching you.

You immediately halt in your movement, then flick your hand in the direction of the stereo to turn it off.

They have no words, of course you don’t either.

Nat bites her amused laugh back, taking pleasure in seeing you so care free.

“This might not be the right terminology…” Steve starts. “But why are you…busting a move?”

Everyone groans.

They exclaim things like ‘Steve, really?’, ‘That’s so dumb to ask’, and ‘Okay, Grandpa’.

Mood deflated, you just turn and walk away.

“You pissed her off, good job, Steve.” Sam says, monotonously.

“Was that not what people say?” He asks in genuine confusion.

As the group argues, Bucky watches your retreating frame until you disappear entirely.

“She’s not needed for the debrief, let’s get a move on that.” Tony finally says, ending previous conversation. But as Wanda returns from the kitchen, holding your cake, she wears a frown.

“It’s her birthday…”

Everyone’s expressions fall.

- - - -

The water’s cold as you sit at the dock, feet in the lake, bottle in your lap.

The wind blows, sending a shiver through you. Your body temperature might drop significantly, but you choose to stay seated. Your lips make a pop noise as they come off the bottle, and behind you comes footsteps. You’ve learned how everyone’s feet sound as they strike the ground.

You also know his boots sound different than the others.

“Hello, James.” You say, not turning to look at him.

He smirks slightly to himself, feeling extremely special. He is still the only one you talk to, and that possessive part of him wants it to stay that way.

You didn’t need to speak to anyone, anything you needed, he’d do for you. He’d want you to save that pretty voice of yours for him and him only-

Stop.

No.

He shakes his head free of those thoughts.

“You don’t want to know how the mission went?” He asks, looking down at you.

“How did it go?”

“Dead end.”

You hum, then take another drink.

He sighs at your defeated face, then decides he has enough self control to sit by your side.

“Why didn’t you let anyone know it was your birthday?” He asks, feeling relieved when you don’t move away from him.

You shrug. “There are far more important things than my birthday.”

Bucky scoffs. “Well that’s a depressing attitude.”

No smile, he feels defeated.

“Happy birthday.” He says next. “What, you nineteen now?”

There it is, that smile.

“Twenty five.” You correct, lifting the bottle back to your lips, though some of it spills down your chin.

His eyes watch it, how the champagne slips down the skin of neck.

He swallows hard.

Quickly, he tries to come up with something clever to say so he can distract himself from the urge to lean forward and taste it on your skin.

Christ, Sam might be right, he might be obsessed with you.

“Twenty five…I don’t remember being twenty five.” He says, and he watches as you turn to him.

“You were still a sergeant.” You say. “…I guess you’ll always be a soldier though, right?”

His head cocks in question.

“I read your file.” You admit. “I’ve read it a few times.”

He stares at you, trying to read your expression. What did you mean you’ve read it? Did that mean you knew everything? …What do you think of him now?

You can feel his anxiety, that’s why you are quick to continue.

“You’ve been Steve’s best friend since day one, they declared you an expert sniper, they scratched out the label of potential threat and wrote in ‘handy to have’.”

The champagne was really getting to you now, or was it because he is looking at you so intensely?

“Did you study everyone or am I just special?” He says with sarcasm.

“I’ve read everyone’s file, figured I should since everyone’s read mine.”

“I haven’t.”

He’s quick to say it, but you know he means it.

His blue eyes are soft for a man so adapt to killing.

Your breath comes out of your parted lips. Suddenly, the bottle is pulled from your weak grasp.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be getting drunk.” He says, taking a drink for himself before setting it down away from you.

“I have free will now, more than I know what to do with.” You state, gazing deeply.

He feels like he’s been drugged, but really it’s just that you’re right beside him, shivering, smelling like vanilla and cherries. It makes him a little woozy.

You blame your forwardness on the sugar and alcohol in your system. Your fingers reach to run against the cool metal of his dog tags that have fallen over his shirt.

“I like these.” You say softly, like you don’t even know you’re saying it.

“Why?” He asks, hoping you can’t feel the way his heart is pumping way too hard.

“I like the idea of having a name.”

Fuck. That’s heartbreaking.

Bucky furrows his brows. “You had a name once…didn’t you?”

Your finger twists around the chain of the tags, completely absentmindedly. “I had a lot of things once…a name, a home, a mother…they were all erased from my brain when they chemically altered me.” You explain, pulling your hand back. “They took it all from me…all I got out of it was murderous talents and a brand in my skin like I’m cattle.”

Bucky stays silent for a moment, watching as you think back. A dry chuckle leaves your throat.

“убийца. That’s what they used to call me with a smile on their face, like it was a compliment. God, I want to end them so bad.” You say, nose sniffling as you look away from him.

“Killer.” He translates. “Yeah, I know something about that.”

The two of you sit there, staring out at the water that falling leaves are slowly landing on top of. Bucky can’t stand to watch you shiver anymore, and the fact you’re just enduring it honestly makes him annoyed, annoyed at you lack of self preservation.

“You’re freezing, maybe you should go find Steve, get warm?” He says, trying not to sound bitter or worse, jealous.

Without one single word, you shift closer in one fluid motion and lean your head on his shoulder.

“Steve isn’t the only one with blood that runs hot.” You say softly.

Pressed right into his side, you continue to look out into the distance. He doesn’t know about this ability, but you can feel how his heart beats hard, and you know that if you concentrate, you can slow it down. Not lethally, not in the way you always dis, not to kill. Just to ease.

- - - -

“Your 11 o’clock is already here for you.”

Dr. Raynor thanks the front desk assistant and lets confusion over take her.

What was he doing here early? He always puts the sessions off to the very last second.

“James-” She hardly makes it into the office before he’s urgently standing from the couch.

“I need drugs.”

“What? James-”

“I know I said no to whatever you offered me before- what was it? Zo- something? PhantomZo or something? It doesn’t matter what it is, a damn horse tranquilizer would do, but I need something.”

Raynor calmly sits behind her desk. “Let’s slow down, yeah? Sit down.”

Bucky obeys.

“Now, why do you want the prescription? Why now?” She asks, not realizing she’s just opened a can of worms.

“I need my mind to go blank, I’m tempted to chew on a power cord to make it happen. Shock therapy did the trick before.” He says in a dead serious tone, making the woman look at him unamused.

“Humor helps you cope, so I’m not gonna tell you why that statement is severely wrong, but how about you tell me why you need your mind blank?”

He groans, running his hands through his hair. “The damn thing won’t stop. It just goes lightening speed all the time, so I need to shoot the hamster up there that won’t stop running on the wheel.”

Raynor looks at him, puzzled and worried that he’s regressing. She pulls out her notes from their first sessions.

“What thoughts are you having? Violent ones? About harming yourself or others?” She asks.

“No, no.” He grunts. “It’s this- it’s not violent. But they’re so annoying, I can’t even sleep. Blue, she’s-she’s there, all the damn time! I shut my eyes and she’s- and I can’t even speak sometimes- am I having a stroke? The age is really catching up to me, huh?”

She could dissect all of that and spend an hour talking about each thing.

But her first question, the biggest question, is the one she persists with.

“Who’s Blue?”

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[bitter69uk]

“I went to Lili St Cyr’s to buy my bras and she would help me strap ‘em on and she’d bend in and put “the girls” in. And she’d bend all the way down because she told me that’s the way to get your cleavage and she showed me how to wear a bra. She was really nice and one time she zipped me in and she kind of put her knee between the backs of my legs to make sure she could really pull that zipper up and I thought, “My God she’s strong!” But she had a limp on her, and her skin was yellow because she was a big smoker – a chain-smoker. I said, “Are you Lili?” She goes, “No. No, I’m not. We never see her.” But it was her. She didn’t want people to know. And there were other times when she would give people autographs. Who knows? It was whatever day it was for her, you know. I kept going there, but I never wanted to expose her or be rude to her. So, I respected her wishes – not being Lili. I used to see other women working there with her and they all looked like old strippers. They all had lots of make-up and wigs and they talked dirty. They were in their eighties, and they all had sailor mouths. And I thought, oh my God – that’s going to be me some day!”

Shortly before her death aged 74 in 2022, bodacious sexploitation icon Kitten Natividad gave her final interview to Ashley West of The Rialto Report (the essential website / podcast devoted to documenting the golden age of porn).  When asked what other exotic dancers she admired, Natividad cited Lili St Cyr (1918 – 1999). “Oh God! I could never be her but wow it would be so nice!” Natividad clarified that she never saw St Cyr perform but did used to purchase her bras from St Cyr’s Los Angeles lingerie emporium The Undie World of Lili St. Cyr. (Another customer: Cassandra Peterson aka Elvira, Mistress of the Dark).

[monicareconstructed]

Pat Barrington.

Pat screamed feminine sex appeal, like 'I AM WOMAN!!' at top decibels.

Not such a happy childhood, and lived the life of a stripper with a few forays into film. But her looks and body - oh, my! I would have loved to have her body in her prime!!

Her web bio:

Pat Barrington was an extremely buxom, curvy, and drop-dead gorgeous blonde topless dancer who popped up in a handful of enjoyably trashy softcore sexploitation features throughout the 1960's, often for producer Harry H. Novak's Boxoffice International Pictures and directed by William Rotsler.

Barrington was born Patricia Annette Bray on October 16, 1939 in Charlotte, North Carolina. Her mother Willie Jo Bray had a fling with a local man named Claude Weidenhause and became pregnant at age sixteen. Weidenhause had already left by the time Barrington was born. Pat moved with her mother Willie Jo to Richmond, Virginia when she was only two years old. Willie Jo married another man, Eugene Lee Barringer. But the marriage was short-lived and Pat found herself moving once again with her mother to Hyattsville, Maryland. Willie Jo subsequently married a former Marine suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. Upset with the unstable situation at home, Barrington left her mother and went out to fend for herself after her sophomore year in high school.

Pat relocated to Baltimore, Maryland, where she hooked up with an Italian-American mobster named Bob. Barrington got married for the first time in the late 1950's. But Pat soon left her first husband after the relationship became abusive. Bob helped Barrington get back on her feet by securing her a job as an exotic dancer. Pat then made a name for herself in Washington, D.C. dancing under the name of Vivian Storm. Barrington caught the eye of local jazz musician Melvin Rees and moved into Rees's abode in Hyattsville, Maryland in 1959. Pat moved down south with Rees in 1960. Alas, Rees was found guilty of murdering a Virginia family and was sentenced to life in prison.

Barrington moved to Los Angeles, California in 1962 and promptly got a job dancing at the prestigious nightclub The Classic Cat. Pat then decided to pursue a modeling career and subsequently started posing in spreads for various men's magazines as well as numerous commercial layouts. After an ill-advised foray into dancing in Las Vegas, Barrington returned to Los Angeles and resumed her career as a model while still dancing on the side. Pat eventually began auditioning for film work in the mid-1960's. Barrington achieved her greatest cult cinema fame as the female lead in Stephen C. Apostolof's unintentionally hilarious horror camp hoot Orgy of the Dead (1965), in which she also performs one of her patented steamy nude dances as the painted Gold Girl. Barrington had another rare substantial starring part as a bored housewife who works as a high-priced call girl in the seamy Agony of Love (1966). More often, though, the stunning and spectacularly alluring Pat was relegated to secondary roles as a go-go dancer in such delightfully down'n'dirty low-grade fare as Lila (1968), The Girl with the Hungry Eyes (1967) and Sisters in Leather (1969). She appeared as herself in both the lurid mondo item Hedonistic Pleasures (1969) and Russ Meyer's blithely silly documentary Mondo Topless (1966). During this time Barrington was briefly married to cinematographer Robert Caramico.

After calling it quits as an actress, Pat left Los Angeles and moved to New Jersey with a singer named Romeo. Barrington soon found gainful employment dancing in clubs up and down the East Coast under the pseudonym of Princess Jajah. In the mid-1970's Pat branched out into topless dancing. She settled down in Cliffside Park, New Jersey in 1980. Barrington eventually dumped Romeo and became involved with a much younger man named Robert. Pat moved with Robert to Fort Lauderdale, Florida in 1984. Pat worked as a stripper using the name Yvette at assorted seedy clubs throughout Florida. After retiring from dancing in the early 1990's, Barrington went on to work as a telemarketer. In her later years Pat also helped local animal rescue groups (she was a lifelong lover of animals). Barrington died from lung cancer at age 74 on September 1, 2014.

[absolut3lyn0t]

Unwanted attention chapter 2

V’s x fallen angel exotic dancer reader

Tw drugs, alcohol, sex workers, drugging, mentions of past overdose, vomiting, (description of vomiting and the vomit itself), and Vox being a jelly donut

This chapter is pretty short but the next one should be longer

Thank you to my friend @darkwolf989 for helping edit! And if you would like to read some of my other content you can follow my second blog @absolut3th0t

Mdni this story will get explicate and there’s already mentions of drugs and alcohol and this show isn’t for children either way. I’m open to feedback and ideas!

I tried desperately to open my eyes again, blinking away the haze. What was his name? Pal? No, Val. At least, I thought his name was Val. Heavy hands brushed hair away from my face and I could feel the pressure of his grasp as he pulled hy face to his, jamming his lips to mine. He released me after a moment and I blinked as my vision slowly began to clear up.

His glasses were gone now, folded neatly on the seat next to us. He held me bridal style against him, his arms supporting me just enough to keep my face level with his. The other two demons I recognized from the club sat on either side of us. The girl still buried in her phone, and Vox sat with his arms crossed, his eyes boring into me. My eyes met his and his glare darkened.

Valentino followed my gaze and smirked when he realized I was looking at Vox.

“Do you want a turn? I doubt she’ll mind. She seems like a well behaved whore.” Valentino’s voice offered me seemingly without a second thought.

Vox’s screen glitched. “Excuse me?”

Valentino’s claws ran through my hair. “Come on Voxxy, you know you want it.” He paused and his grin grew darker. “We could have a threesome. Or even a foursome if Vel wants to join.”

At the mention of her name, the girl looked up. I watched as she rolled her eyes and immediately returned her attention back to her phone. Internally, I repeated the name. Vel. Her name was Vel. Vox, Val, Vel. Vox, Val Vel. Suddenly it dawned on me. These three were the infamous V’s. I was sitting in the limo with the V’s and they wanted to…have sex with me?

I tried to lift my head but failed. His hand pressed into my chin, and lifted my face to his as he kissed me again. I felt his thumb stroke my cheek before he released me. My head fell back to his shoulder and I let out a gasp. Pain shot through my skull and the feeling of nausea washed over me. Fuck, I was sobering up.

My head pulsed with each throb and I let out a small whine. Everything around me suddenly seemed too loud. The typing sounds from the girl's phone sounded like a spike in the ear, the smell of the cigars suddenly becoming too overwhelming to inhale. I could feel my eyes start to burn as the lights in the limo felt like a hospital- burning and bright. Flashbacks from when I overdosed. It was hot. I was simultaneously melting and freezing.

Was I coming down?

My skin buzzed as sweat dripped down my forehead. I gasped for breath, sharpYou'd better not throw up on me stupid bitch inhales and exhales as I try to tighten my grip on him.

Val looked at me and squinted “Bebé Muñeca?”

My eyelids felt too heavy to keep open so I let them fall closed. I felt him lift me upright in his lap, my feet resting against the seat. My head fell to his shoulder again. My belly churned as I tried to pull my head up, the burn of stomach acid creeped up my throat. I took a deep breath as I tried desperately not to vomit on his shirt. I choked back a gag as the taste of vomit touched my tongue. It took every inch of my self control to swallow back the disgusting taste.

His upper lip curled in disgust. “Será mejor que no me vomites, perra estúpida,” he snarled. His hand slid up the back of my neck and his fingers entwined in my hair. I whimpered as he yanked my head back. “Esta camisa cuesta más de lo que tú y yo planeamos darte un precio bonito”

The vomit starts to make its way back up again this time. Valentino grabs me the ice bucket to throw up in. He places it in front of my face. The vomit shoots in my throat into the bucket and the taste makes me vomit. I empty my stomach into the bucket everything I ate through the night pouring out of my body making me feel like an empty rag doll. I go limp in Val’s arms, he brushes the bangs out of my eyes. A whine spills from my mouth,I tuck my nose into his neck omg he smells so good. His hand traces the back of my neck

[transgenderer]

Somen Banerjee was born in Bombay (now Mumbai), India[2] on October 8, 1946. After operating a Mobil gas station and a failed backgammon club, he moved to the United States. Banerjee bought a failed Los Angeles club named "Destiny II" and turned it into a nightclub that featured female mud wrestling and a "Female Exotic Dancing Night." The 1979 addition of a male stripper dance troupe performing to target female audiences was the first of its kind in the United States.

Banerjee was charged with enlisting the aid of Ray Colon, a former Palm Springs police officer and lounge room entertainer, to commit the murder of show producer Nick De Noia in 1987, and in 1990 and 1991, a plot to kill Michael Fullington, a former Chippendales dancer and choreographer, and two other ex-Chippendales dancers, who Banerjee felt were competition to the Chippendales franchise.[4][5][6] He eventually pleaded guilty to attempted arson, racketeering, and murder for hire. He entered into a plea bargain that would have led to 26 years in prison, and loss of his share of Chippendales.[citation needed]

In the early morning of October 23, 1994, hours before he was due to be sentenced, Banerjee was found dead in his cell, having hanged himself. Reports stated that while he was depressed, it was not thought he would take his own life.[1]

do they think epsteined him. did he know something

[angelenohq]

in the city of angels.

NAME: Asha Dean FACE CLAIM: Chloe Bailey AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 25 & April 17th, 1997 HOMETOWN: Atlanta, Georgia TIME IN LOS ANGELES: Two years NEIGHBORHOOD: Santa Monica OCCUPATION: Exotic dancer, OnlyFans model, waitress

biography.

trigger warning: abortion

Born to Eric Dean, a well known film director, and Jasmine Dean, a retired model, Asha Dean is the eldest of the Dean children with a younger sister following three years behind her. Being the oldest, Asha had first born privileges - being that her parents were still trying to figure it all out. So, she got away with quite a bit and of course, was spoiled endlessly. She, and her sister, were Eric and Jasmine’s pride and joy.

Growing up, Asha lived a life of luxury in Atlanta, going to all the best schools, training in dance, piano, and voice, competing in beauty pageants and the like. She was what many in the ‘A’ would call black royalty. Not actually royal of course but in the circles she ran in, she was that girl and she lived for it.

Then as those rebellious teenage years hit things took a turn. She was of course still that girl but she was now that girl with raging hormones. And being the girl everyone wanted to either be or be with, she had her options when it came to a dating pool. Unfortunately for her parents though, Asha didn’t like the suit wearing, classy, upstanding boys from her private school. Nope. She liked the roughnecks, the bad boys, the guys with the motorcycle and tattoos.

And that’s exactly who she fell for. Everything her parents hated. He was a little older, tall, handsome, tatted up, and drove a Camaro. Oh, to say she was swooning was an understatement. She fell and she fell hard. So hard, that at 17 she got pregnant. Her parents were furious with her. They forced her to break up with her boyfriend and they quietly handled the situation. However, that wasn’t enough.

Right after graduation, they put her out. Disowned. She was on her own and had to fend for herself. At this point, her ex-boyfriend was long gone but luckily, she was able to stay with a friend for a few months as she figured things out. Figuring things out turned into OnlyFans really quickly. No, she wasn’t doing full on porn or anything. She was just modeling in the skimpiest outfits you could think of. And it worked. She was making a killing.

After a while, she made a few friends from OnlyFans and learned that on top of the website, a lot of them were also working as exotic dancers. Pft. She could do that in her sleep. She was trained in ballet, tap, hip-hop, modern, and contemporary. Shaking her ass and doing tricks on a pole was light work. Or so she thought. It was actually much harder than she ever imagined. It took training and actual skill. Real strength. But over time, she learned and actually got really good at it.

So, that was her life now. She didn’t speak to her parents much, if at all, but she was still in secret contact with her little sister. That’s one thing her parents couldn’t take away from her. The connection she and her mini-me had.

After a few years, Asha decided that she was ready for a fresh start. She wanted to rid herself of that scarlet letter and just start anew where no one knew her. What better place than Los Angeles. It was bustling constantly and so full of life and character. It was a place where she was a nobody and she could change the narrative. She moved to the city and found a nice little apartment in Santa Monica and settled in. After a few months, she got situated at a new club to dance and found her footing. She also got a job on the side working as a waitress. Now, two years later, she’s applied to UCLA to finally get her MBA in Business Administration because she has dreams of opening up her very own dance studio one day.

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Sitara Masilamani is a singer/songwriter, actress, dancer, and model living in Los Angeles, California. Before moving to LA, Sitara attended Tulane University and studied Business Management and Marketing. Sitara also attended FIDM in downtown Los Angeles and studied Beauty Marketing and Product Development. She was born in Chennnai, India, and grew up in Monterey Bay, California, and her goal is to be an international touring superstar and lead in a feature film/TV show. She has been featured in several modeling campaigns with brands like Haus Labs by Lady Gaga, Target, Soulja Exotics, Instagram, and more. Her inspirations include Beyoncé, Rihanna, Aishwariya Rai, Priyanka Chopra Jonas, Deepika Padukone, Mariah Carey, Nicki Minaj, and Whitney Houston.

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Toro y Moi’s Bold New Chapter: Hole Erth Album + Tour Dates

Toro y Moi returns with’Hole Erth’, a striking new album that showcases Chaz Bear’s evolving sound and influence on the modern rap scene. Along with the album release, Bear has dropped two visually captivating, narratively connected music videos for “Madonna” and “Babydaddy,” both directed by Kristie Muller. In “Madonna,” shot with a night vision camera, Toro y Moi captures a lovestruck confession, while “Babydaddy” offers a glimpse into the exotic dancer routines that inspired the track. Together, these songs — the former featuring Don Toliver — highlight *Hole Erth* as the first Toro y Moi album to fully embrace Chaz Bear's impact on the contemporary rap landscape. Across 13 tracks, *Hole Erth* merges anthemic pop-punk with melancholic, autotuned rap, creating a fresh sound that feels timely yet deeply rooted in Bear's musical past. From his early influences in punk and emo to his notable production work for major rap artists, this album serves as both a bold reinvention and a reflection of Toro y Moi’s longstanding musical journey. Chaz Bear himself reflects on this pivotal moment, saying, “ALBUM #8 aka *HOLE ERTH* is now out. Thanks to everyone who's been with Toro through all the many stages and eras. I hope this chapter ignites a fire within, something true and unique to you.” To celebrate the release, Toro y Moi is hitting the road for a North American tour, with stops in Los Angeles, New York City, Las Vegas, Miami, and his biggest headlining show to date at Berkeley’s Greek Theater on October 25th. Stream *Hole Erth* and dive into the new music videos for "Madonna" and "Babydaddy" now (see below), and catch Toro y Moi live in a city near you. Upcoming Live Dates ^ = support from Zack Fox + = support from Kenny Mason 9/20 - Los Angeles, CA @ Hollywood Forever ^ 9/27-28 Las Vegas, NV - A Big Beautiful Block Party 10/3 - Queens, NY @ The Knockdown Center 10/18 - 10/19 - Miami, FL @ III Points Festival 10/25 - Berkeley, CA @ Greek Theatre (with Aminé) + Read the full article

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Toro y Moi’s Bold New Chapter: Hole Erth Album + Tour Dates

Toro y Moi returns with’Hole Erth’, a striking new album that showcases Chaz Bear’s evolving sound and influence on the modern rap scene. Along with the album release, Bear has dropped two visually captivating, narratively connected music videos for “Madonna” and “Babydaddy,” both directed by Kristie Muller. In “Madonna,” shot with a night vision camera, Toro y Moi captures a lovestruck confession, while “Babydaddy” offers a glimpse into the exotic dancer routines that inspired the track. Together, these songs — the former featuring Don Toliver — highlight *Hole Erth* as the first Toro y Moi album to fully embrace Chaz Bear's impact on the contemporary rap landscape. Across 13 tracks, *Hole Erth* merges anthemic pop-punk with melancholic, autotuned rap, creating a fresh sound that feels timely yet deeply rooted in Bear's musical past. From his early influences in punk and emo to his notable production work for major rap artists, this album serves as both a bold reinvention and a reflection of Toro y Moi’s longstanding musical journey. Chaz Bear himself reflects on this pivotal moment, saying, “ALBUM #8 aka *HOLE ERTH* is now out. Thanks to everyone who's been with Toro through all the many stages and eras. I hope this chapter ignites a fire within, something true and unique to you.” To celebrate the release, Toro y Moi is hitting the road for a North American tour, with stops in Los Angeles, New York City, Las Vegas, Miami, and his biggest headlining show to date at Berkeley’s Greek Theater on October 25th. Stream *Hole Erth* and dive into the new music videos for "Madonna" and "Babydaddy" now (see below), and catch Toro y Moi live in a city near you. Upcoming Live Dates ^ = support from Zack Fox + = support from Kenny Mason 9/20 - Los Angeles, CA @ Hollywood Forever ^ 9/27-28 Las Vegas, NV - A Big Beautiful Block Party 10/3 - Queens, NY @ The Knockdown Center 10/18 - 10/19 - Miami, FL @ III Points Festival 10/25 - Berkeley, CA @ Greek Theatre (with Aminé) + Read the full article

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𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃: ever washington was recently spotted leaving offsunset night club alongside her friends. guess you can say it was a peaceful night because no drama was reported.

(arianafletcher) wait, hold up! isn’t that the daughter of infamous video vixen star washington? what’s her name again? oh, yeah, ever washington. i hear she’s a twenty-six year old exotic dancer living it up in los angeles. i wonder if that rumor about her drugging clients is true. i know the blogs make her out to be conceited but she seems so demure. (she/her + est)

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Born on this day: sensationally beautiful burlesque dancer turned Russ Meyer glamazon Haji (24 January 1946 - 9 August 2013). Haji graced five of Meyer’s sexploitation masterpieces (starting with Motorpsycho in 1965) and enlivened them all with her exotic, sultry presence (she is awe-inspiring in Good Morning and … Goodbye! (1967) and Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970) - but she will forever be remembered as the vicious Latina go-go dancer Rosie in one of my all-time favourite films, Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965). She gives a towering performance as the sexy lesbian girlfriend of tough-as-nails villainess Varla (Tura Satana), sometimes literally spitting with rage, picking her teeth with a switchblade, and employing a thick comedic Spanglish accent. (Haji and Satana had already known each other for years, having danced together in Los Angeles strip clubs since the early 1960s). One of Haji’s best moments is when the drippy good girl Linda misguidedly offers the trio of homicidal go-go dancers a soft drink, and Rosie snarls, "Honey, we don't like nothin' soft! Everything we touch is hard!" Details of Haji’s early life are misty: of British-Filipino descent, she appears to have been born Cerlet Catton (or Barbarella Catton, depending on your source) in Quebec, Canada and began dancing at age 14. Haji’s niche in the glamour jungle is certainly secure.

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Best Lap Dancer Jobs: Finding the Perfect Venue for Your Talent

Lap dancing, a form of exotic dance, offers performers the opportunity to earn a significant income while showcasing their dance skills and engaging with an audience. For those looking to pursue a career in this field, finding the Best Lap Dancer Jobs can make a significant difference in terms of earnings, work environment, and career growth. Here’s a guide to identifying and securing the best lap dancer jobs.

Understanding Lap Dancing

Lap dancing involves a performer dancing provocatively in close proximity to a seated client, often involving brief physical contact. This type of performance is typically found in gentlemen's clubs, strip clubs, and private events. Successful lap dancers combine physical fitness, rhythm, confidence, and excellent interpersonal skills to engage and entertain their audience.

Key Factors in Finding the Best Lap Dancer Jobs

1. Reputation of the Venue: Working at a reputable club can have a major impact on your career. Renowned establishments not only attract high-paying clients but also offer a safe and professional work environment. Research online reviews, ask for recommendations from fellow dancers, and visit clubs in person to assess their reputation.

2. Earnings Potential: Earnings can vary widely depending on the venue, location, and clientele. Top clubs in major cities often offer higher earning potential due to a steady flow of affluent clients. Look for venues that offer a good base pay along with opportunities for tips, private dances, and VIP services.

3. Work Environment: A supportive and respectful work environment is crucial for any lap dancer. Consider clubs that prioritize dancer safety, provide proper security, and maintain a professional atmosphere. A positive work environment enhances job satisfaction and performance.

4. Flexibility and Scheduling: Many lap dancers appreciate the flexibility of their work schedules. The best venues offer flexible shifts that can accommodate other commitments. Look for clubs that provide options for full-time, part-time, and freelance work, allowing you to balance your career with personal life.

5. Opportunities for Growth: Some venues offer additional opportunities such as stage performances, feature dancing, and appearances at special events. These opportunities can help you build your brand, increase your earnings, and expand your career prospects within the entertainment industry.

Top Cities for Lap Dancer Jobs

1. Las Vegas, Nevada: Known as the entertainment capital of the world, Las Vegas offers numerous high-end gentlemen's clubs that attract wealthy tourists and high rollers. Clubs like Spearmint Rhino and Sapphire are famous for their lucrative lap dancing opportunities.

2. Miami, Florida: Miami’s vibrant nightlife and affluent clientele make it a prime location for lap dancers. Clubs like E11EVEN and Tootsie’s Cabaret are renowned for their high earnings potential and celebrity clientele.

3. New York City, New York: With its diverse and bustling nightlife, New York City offers a variety of clubs where lap dancers can thrive. Venues like Scores and Hustler Club provide excellent earning opportunities and exposure.

4. Los Angeles, California: Los Angeles, with its mix of celebrities and high-income residents, is home to several top-tier clubs. The city offers great opportunities for dancers looking to work in an exciting and lucrative environment.

Tips for Securing the Best Lap Dancer Jobs

1. Build a Strong Portfolio: Create a professional portfolio that highlights your experience, skills, and any special talents. Include high-quality photos and videos that showcase your dancing abilities.

2. Network with Industry Professionals: Networking is key in the entertainment industry. Attend industry events, join online forums, and connect with other dancers and club managers to learn about job openings and gain referrals.

3. Audition and Trial Shifts: Many clubs require auditions or trial shifts to assess your fit for the venue. Prepare well for these auditions by practicing your routines and presenting yourself confidently.

4. Stay Fit and Healthy: Physical fitness is essential for lap dancers. Maintain a healthy lifestyle through regular exercise and a balanced diet to ensure you can perform at your best.

5. Develop Strong Interpersonal Skills: Building a rapport with clients is crucial for success in lap dancing. Work on your communication and interpersonal skills to engage and entertain your audience effectively.

In conclusion, finding the best lap dancer jobs involves researching reputable venues, understanding the earning potential, and ensuring a positive work environment. By focusing on these factors and continually improving your skills, you can build a successful and rewarding career in lap dancing.

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