Ah Tricia, aka Trisha, aka Trish the Dish.
I happened on this thread as I was surprised to see she still has ads up, so decided to see what guys hads to say. In her defence, one ad (where, I forget) has a pic that when expanded, confirms her face is about what you expect from someone who suicide-tanned her whole adult life.
I was a regular for many, many years at the Pig. I can confirm I know of only two dancers who were loathed by staff there, especially the DJs, bookers and management. She is #1, crazy Nikki was a distant second (with far more sympathy from the staff).
Trish was finally let loose permanently only because the longtime day manager and one longtime DJ told the owner, Frank, either she had to go or they would quit on the spot. She was fired countless times, and every time she or her notorious boyfriend, a bottom feeder of some repute who had ties to Frank from the olden days, would phone Frank and beg him to take her back, with the usual promises of reform. As she was a chronic alcoholic, well anyone who has dealt with an alckie knows the lyrics to that tune... and how it always ends.
The only time Trish isn't trying to scam someone is when she's asleep. Then she probably dreams about it. Sorry, but I have known many dancers and have heard many tragic stories of how they ended up in the biz. I have been sympathetic to many. To Trish, zero.
She is the poster girl for damaged women who become dancers and spiral toward a nasty end. She must have the constitution of a horse, to have survived her drinking and, I suspect abuse at the hands of her "boyfriend", who spent (gambled/sent to his bosses in 'tribute') her cash as fast as she made it. She is one of those girls who raked in insane, absolutely insane money ($1000+ a day, tax free) in the heyday of the Pig... then woke up fired after a decade with only the clothes in the closet and (if lucky) next month's rent to show for it.
I would also say, and hear me on this: ex-dancers, on the whole, make shitty SPs. The dancer biz is basically a short con. You get the mark, use your talk (yes, that's what they call it) to tell him what he wants to hear, then vacuum his wallet as seriously as you can... and keep him coming back for more. (I do see exceptions in some of the recent generation of the younger girls, some of whom seem to float between dancer and SP. Though most of the young ones now are godawful little hoodrats)
And the key is: Always appear available, but never quite attainable.
In other words, dancers are takers, not givers. That is not a good foundation for a reputable SP, and certainly not for a GFE experience.
