he comes for the LAUGHS. he comes not because he’s
        abiding to the patriarchal paradigm he was once warned
        about, but because it was fairly amusing to watch young
        boys and old men alike be TRICKED by girls like this, to
        watch her wrap them around her finger, because this was
        how she made a living. it was oddly INSPIRING, at the end
        of the day. he’d listen to his buddies talk about her for hours
        afterwards, as if there was something more in this than a
        lust for a PAYCHECK. he never partook himself, simply tipped
        whoever was at the bar well, but through frequenting at the
        request of a friend, he’d made his own ties. he gives her a
        nod, a simple way to acknowledge her, before setting his
        drink aside. he offers a quick wave, knowing that work came
        first, but perhaps he was a close second.