Minneapolis, MN knows hospitality and had all the charm of a small city about to grow up. My L.A. mentality had to switch gears to a more laid back Midwestern lifestyle where lending a helping hand to your neighbor is more relevent than your road rage pulling into the valet at Fred Segal.



Downtown Minneapolis. This is how erect the ADT lurkers were during my show.




A guy walked up to me and asked, "Miss, have you ever tried hurling?" I told him, "Yes, but just starving myself is waaay better on the teeth!" He then explained that hurling was a game popular in Minnesota and had me try my hand at it.




Mall of America can get pretty gangsta up in this bizatch, especially at Tommy Bahama.



OMG! I love Legos! I was obsessed with Legos as a kid.


Stripper dressing rooms have lockers. As you can see, they are respected as highly as strippers.


Every club has a signature wall for features. I forgot to sign it because I got distracted by fans buying gia jordan dvds.


Gratuitous self-portrait right here, bitches.


This little gal gives the best lapdances.


So does this one. Notice the Monoxide Child painting in the background. If he came in, he'd still have to pay for dances.