Inside, it was like a redecked movie theatre.

Everyone was drinking soft drinks.

We weren't here for the booze.

Only the hottest whores from Central and South America were allowed to do lap dances at this peep show.

Called 'The Mexican', the theme was salsa and bubble butts.

Max and I were on a mission.

Most of the girls were working illegally and indebted to cartels.

As each hot bitch came up to us for a lap dance,  we scanned their I.D's and it pinged to the passport department that bounced back as temporary passports.

'Yes love, you are legal, thanks to Papa Trump.'

Max would usually ask for a quick blow job.

I had no idea he had a printer in his bag.

'I have a few printers, actually.'

Trump wanted to reward the hottest bitches that were here illegally.

'Under no circumstance will they return to Tijuana where their talents will be wasted on the donkey show.'

The girls did the best lap dancers of their lives.

We were their white saviors.

We did one better than green cards, and boy were these hard-working sluts grateful.



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