Life imitates porn (but in a good way)

I bumped into an old friend from school while I was in hospital getting my arm X-rayed and stuff.

She used to be a teacher in Italy, but was laid off last year due to some cuts.

So now she came back home, and she works as an exotic dancer and burlesque entertainer in a pretty notorious place here in town (that's not her in the pic, but you get the idea).

I found her a lot more laid back than I remembered, and I guess it figures. She describes her new job as "more fun and better money."

She was at the hospital to run some exams because she is buying herself "a better pair".

We spent a while talking, we had a smoke (strictly outside of the ward), and gossiped like two queen bitches.

Compared to her time as a teacher, she looks ten years younger, and she's a lot of laughs.