Look at our Lauren. So pretty. A lovely queen.
Let’s go back to 2013. Let’s go back to a time when I worked for a start-up site. Let’s go back to a time when I really believed the words people told me were true. That there were investors and we would build the company I worked for.
We would build this company into an international brand and it all was all a lie.
It happens in business.
We decided to write some articles about some of our paying clients on our drinking publication. It’s a magazine to show you where to get happy hour and places to go drink.
People… we have YELP for fuck’s sake.
I did what I could for this publication. When I was hired I thought this was going to be a well-funded brand that was about to go national, but we never got the funding and in the end I was fired because they could no longer afford me.
I loved working there, but my goodness, guys.
We had a great client that I acquired. Stratus.
Amazing rooftop bar. Kimpton property. They were paying us every month and we went to see them about their new mobile bar options.
I asked the general manager if there was anything he wanted us to write about.
He said go in there.
He waved me away to the private room Vapor.
I walked to the room and entered.
And that’s when I met Lauren.
I laid eyes on Lauren and she was one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen.
I mean… Lauren is absolutely gorgeous.
She’s pretty, fit, and so affable.
I think. This is it. The perfect interview and photo shoot with this lovely woman.
My boss is with me. This is a rare paying client. He’s taking photos. The pics are good. I hope I don’t look too old with this hot baby.
I write up a bunch of questions. I’ve never done an interview before. But I try to write an interesting conversation with a beautiful lady for our paying client.
Lauren comes to the office so I can interview her.
We’ve already taken so many hot pics of you. I appreciate you coming in to do the interview.
I’m so excited to meet her. This is the hottest bartender I’ve ever met.
Now she’s coming to the BNY Mellon Center to come to our trick/phony rented office at our little drinking publication. (Without investors, we’re doomed in this business model.)
Sweet Lauren shows up. She’s wearing a tank top and a pair a daisy dukes and its killing me.
Her legs are spectacular.
She was great in her photo shoot. Her forced shoot. Pimped out by her manager and us.
I feel bad for the first time at my job at the publication.
Sad thing is this work will never be published.
It’s a fun amazing interview with a smart, pretty girl. When I turned it in to management at the drinking publication, they told me they wouldn’t publish it because it wasn’t a match for the ideology of the site.
This breaks my heart. We have a paying client that asked us to write a piece for them and put it in our magazine.
I loved meeting Lauren and interviewing her, and I thought it would be a really great article that our readers would enjoy.
Something new and different with a pretty lady that would get people excited to go to Stratus at 5th and Chestnut and support our paying client.
But no. Our publisher turned it down. I think he liked it but that wife of his would have freaked out about us talking to hot women. I really believe that.
I recently found the interview and all of the photos.
I want to honor lovely Lauren and publish it here.
So please enjoy meeting the prettiest and most charming bartender I know here on Phicklephilly.
Thank you Lauren, and I’m sorry about all that nonsense in the past.
Hopefully my followers will enjoy your story.
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