My pole broke out of the ceiling yesterday. She's my best friend but I haven't yet named her. I should name her Tina. She's broken now, fell over and I have to bring her to my parent's basement. It'll be better than when she was installed in Nico's dog-piss basement in the west.
I should go to Pole Fitness Academy instead but I hate the rippers there who demand we turn out the lights when I'm trying to make a video. It depends. Don’t let other people tell you who you are. Tell them who you are. Is it a coincidence Tina Pole broke? You tell me.
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