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- Found that the constant

desire to do better comes from a simple place.

I truly believe that's the interest

in the human condition that keeps

bringing us back to this need to improve.

- Thanks, you guys around? - See you soon.

- See you, cool.

- Yo, these speakers are all staticky and shit again.

Can you fix it?

- Yeah, I'll try.

- How do you always do that?

- Yeah, well, you know, it's just an electrical failure.

Too much power applied to the subwoofers-

- All right, all right, all right.

Sorry I asked.

- Let's give a round of applause for Venus.

- Jesus Christ.

- DC, what's up?

Why aren't you working the floor?

- Fuck this, man.

I made no money up there tonight.

You got these people, they're screaming,

they're shouting your name, they're

trying to get in your face-

- I get it, I get it, man.

VIP, though, that's where the money is.

Just keep your head down, work the floor,

and let them come to you.

- Whatever, man, I'm...

I'm hot.

Look, senior year, I was voted

most likely to bang a celebrity.

I'm not gonna be their slave boy.

I'm sorry, it just, it really sucks being the new guy.

- All right, man, I get it.

But you won't always be.

These people, they come here looking for refuge or escape.

No one's gonna wanna get a lap dance from an asshole.

Get it?

- Yeah.

Sorry. - Cool.

- Big tipper.

- We got 'em?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name.

- Angel.

- I'm Michelle.

- Hi, Michelle.

- So, do I just sit here?

- Or you can move around, you know?

Whatever you want.

- I don't know, I don't know what to talk to you about.

I don't really know what I'm doing here.

This is so lame, okay?

This is...

I am so not this girl.

I never do this, right?

Honestly, I was walking by this place

and I thought, "What if I can be this girl?

"Just for a night, what if I...

"What if I just tried it on and see if it fit?"

- Does it fit?

- I don't...

I don't know.

- You don't have to know everything.

- Really?

I hope that's true.

Do you like Fruity O's?

- The cereal?

Yeah, I guess so.

- They're my favorite.

I never buy them.

- Why not?

- My husband has high cholesterol.

He never lets me get them.

I wasn't gonna tell you that I had a husband.

- It's okay.

You can have a husband.

- You don't think it's wrong, being married, coming here?

I'm a mom, too.

- I think you seem like a very nice person.

- Why'd you start dancing?

- You don't have to feel bad for me.

- No, I wasn't. - That's okay.

- I wasn't, and...

- People ask me these questions almost every night.

It's always the same look in their eyes,

but, you know, they don't know that

I actually wanna be here.

I get to meet people like you.

I won't be here forever.

- What will you do?

- I don't know.

Maybe I'll be a therapist.

Therapy tends to get a bit of a stigma.

- Well, you're cheaper than most therapists.

At least, the ones I've been to.

They're a waste of money, anyway.

You just go there, and you keep talking

about the same thing, like,

I'm not a good enough wife, or

good enough mother, daughter, whatever.

What you actually wanna be saying is,

is my husband married me when I was

the best version of myself, because

you're always the best version of yourself

when you're falling in love, right?

But now I think,

I think I was just pretending.

It was fake, and now I'm just...

I'm pissed,

because he married this other person,

and now I have to stay that person,

so I try to think to myself, "this will

"never be different, maybe I'll

"always have to pretend to be this person

"forever, and that's fine.

"That's okay, that's just the way it'll be."

Just be pretending to be this woman, the woman

that I was when I first fell in love.

How do you stop pretending?

- I guess you just start with something simple,

something that you don't think matters,

that's just for you.

Like buying yourself some Fruity O's.

You want more time?

- It's okay.

I won't charge you, I promise.

- Thank you.

Can I...

Can I touch you?

- Joel, Alex.

What's up?

- Are you kidding?

- No, come on.

- This guy won't even take Viagra.

- Not the real thing.

Night, fellas.

- Bye.

- Come on, Wonder Woman, are you sure?

- I'm already packed. - Seriously?

- That those who believe

themselves to be honest are over 85%

more likely to also label themselves as satisfied.

So, it's really better to be honest

than it is to be impressive.

- Hey.

You work here?

- Yeah.

- Brian.

- Angel.

- What happens in those rooms back there?

- Nothing too crazy, but it's definitely a lot more private.

- I'm so sick of all these calls for unity and togetherness.

The main reason this country's turned

to a whole bunch of pussies who can't

handle any adversity is because

everybody just runs over to console people

as soon as some shit gets shitty, you know?

As if you could protect people from goddamn daily life,

you know what I'm saying?

- No, no, no it's really not that kind of party.

- Gosh, okay.

Well,

how about

this?

Can it be this kind of party?

- Yeah, that's fine.

No, thanks.

- One of those good guys, huh?

I just do it when I'm...

Whew.

When I'm drinking.

Although it really helps before a meeting,

before I got to pull a sale.

My wife, just drives her nuts,

you know what I'm saying?

She's always telling me, "You don't need that stuff,

"just be confident, be yourself,

"and it'll all work out," but who is that, hm?

I don't know who that is, do you?

Is there some cool, confident version

of myself that I don't know about?

I'm a different guy with everyone I meet.

I think that's true about most people.

I'm not special, there's not some

version locked up inside who's gonna be

miraculously unleashed the moment

I decide to start being my fucking self,

you know what I'm saying?

Fuck her.

But I love her.

I just...

It's just hard.

- Does she know that?

- I don't know what she knows.

- Well, you know, you aren't being

totally honest with her.

Better to be honest than impressive.

- Fuck that shit.

- Come on.

You just got to suck it up.

- Touche.

You got me there.

Hey.

Can I touch you?

- You hear we got new speakers?

Yeah, we finally got rid of those

piece of shitters you're always having to fix.

I almost had to throw down.

Management was like, "No," and I was like,

"Bitch, there are just some things you can't fix."

- So, you just tossed them?

- Yeah, I was just tired of asking you all-

- But dude, I fixed those.

You can't just toss something because it doesn't work.

- Dude, don't give me that therapist shit again.