I am she-wolf, hear me howl



Judge all you want, but I am dying to be one of the saloon girls at Market Street Saloon. Perhaps I've watched Coyote Ugly on E! too many weekends in a row, but there's a gratifying feeling in being one of the scantily clad gals that dances on the bar for tips from googly-eyed men. When a friend showed me the Craigslist posting for open auditions for the Saloon's North Charleston location, I knew I had found my calling. I am now preparing my routine to "Can't Fight the Moonlight."


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