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Boston: Thank you for helping pull off a fantastic bachelor party. Taylor was stunningly beautiful, energetic, and a lot of fun! Any dancer that is willing to play anal ring toss on a house boat is all right in my book! The bachelor had a great time, and we expect the bruises to be cleared up before the wedding. In all seriousness, it was the perfect mix of hotness and embarrassment for the groom. The price was better than your competitions and I don’t imagine any other company had a dancer as hot as Taylor. I’ve had my share of bachelor parties and she was by far the best looking one. Right on time too, which was helpful dealing with access to the marina. Al was a great guy as well. We could have sat and drank with those two all night. This buddy was the last one of us to get married…but after Taylor we decided that we are going to have a bachelor party every year moving forward, and we’ll have a lottery each year to figure out who is to be considered the bachelor. Well done Meni! Thanks again!

Boston: Great show, Taylor was very enthusiastic and we were very impressed with quality all around

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The doorman at the club greets them and says, “Hey, Bob! How ya doin?” His wife is puzzled and asks if he’s been to this club before. “Oh no,” says Bob. “He’s on my bowling team.”

When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he’d like his usual and brings over a Budweiser. His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, “How did she know that you drink Budweiser?” “She’s in the Ladies’ Bowling League, honey. We share lanes with them.”

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob and starts to rub herself all over him and says, “Hi Bobbie. Want your usual table dance, big boy?” Bob’s wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.

Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it.

She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every four letter word in the book. The cabby turns around and says, “Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.”