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I Was The Only Person At The Strip Club Who Always Walked Out With More Money Than I Came In With

And I never took off my clothes

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Several years ago, I had to make a trip to the strip club in the next town at least once a month. If I was lucky, I’d walk out a few minutes later with handfuls of money.

I wasn’t always lucky.

I had made the mistake of renting a house to a dancer who simply could not manage her money (or her drugs or her alcohol) and after missing rent a few times, she suggested I start collecting it from her at the club before she could find a chance to blow it.

Clearly, I should not be a landlord.

I never wanted to be. But when I remarried and we needed a larger home in 2008, I found myself unable to sell the smaller place, so I started renting it out instead.

The woman — let’s call her Karma, after a stripper in one of my books — didn’t have a recent landlord reference because she and her husband had owned a house. Her marriage had just blown up, she said.

I’m a sucker for a mom going through a divorce. I remember what that was like: It was hell. I felt bad that Karma was left with several small children and no home. I didn’t want…