No, Wolfie really wasn't made to pole dance and actually... he wasn't made to do anything in the exotic dancing department.
Wolfie is from a small town in Wyoming and his dream was to travel all around the west coast exploring and his dream did come true earlier this year... Colorado, Montana, Idaho, Utah, Nevada, New Mexico and then California.
Unfortunately since landing in LA, he's only been traveling in a 10 mile radius and doesn't want to go any further because the traffic is quite intimidating and daunting at times. At the same time, he doesn't want to go home either because his neighbors encroach on his territory ALL THE TIME and they're not exactly the friendliest... ("Damn cab ass sticking out" - this is how Wolfie describes his neighbors)!
He knows that if he doesn't get out though he is just going to wind up pole dancing for the rest of his life because he doesn't think he is good enough to pursue anything else. (And getting a job in something more legit is rather difficult).
It's a little bit sad but at the same time I am not exactly telling him to do something different because I happen to really love LA and don't plan on leaving for quite some time.
I guess he is just going to have to suck it up... be the BEST DAMN POLE DANCER YOU CAN BE WOLFIE... I mean, common now, you already have the perfect name for the job!
Oh and by the way... Wolfie is my car and has been molested by all the ridiculous poles in parking lots, garages, etc around LA. Tee He He!
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