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They say you get what you pay for.
Boy did I.
It's my own fault. Who hires a discount stripper for their best friend's bachelorette party?
Me. I did that.
And I regret it more and more every day.
Not because Ryan's performance was the single worst thing I've ever seen, and it was. My remorse revolves around a wicked sense of humor and a set of abs I could use on laundry day.
I have plans, and none of them include becoming attached to a moonlight stripper with no rhythm and terrible taste in music.
But Ryan isn't all he seems.
And the truth of who he really is might fit into my future like a banana into a hammock.