Bargirl
A bargirl is a woman who is paid to entertain patrons in a bar, either individually or in some cases, as a performer. The exact nature of the entertainment varies widely from place to place; depending on the venue this can be individual entertainment ranging from to light conversation to sexual services, or more public entertainment in the form of Go-go dancing or striptease. Variants on the term include B-girl, hostess, juicy girl, and guest relations officer.
Bargirls work in various types of bars throughout the world, including strip clubs and regular bars in the U.S., hostess bars in East Asia, go-go bars and "beer bars" in Southeast Asia, dance bars in India, and boliches in Argentina.
Note that a bargirl should not be confused with a barmaid, who serves drinks in a bar but is not expected to entertain customers individually or to dance.
Forms of entertainment provided
In the U.S., "B-girl" (an abbreviation of "bar girl") is commonly understood to mean a woman who is paid to chat with male patrons and encourage them to buy her drinks. The B-girl is usually served watered-down or non-alcoholic drinks to minimize both the effects of the alcohol and the cost to the bar.
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by Janis Ian
Pro-girl
by: Janis IanStandin' on the corner waitin' for who to come by?
You laugh only to cry and aid the blind.
Let's go girl. If mother only knew,
You lived through all the books she hid.
"Them that can't do, teach," your pimp has said.
And you're a pro, girl.
Now if flesh were the only thing you sold, might be
alright.
But for just five pounds you also sell a smile.
Mothers warn their kids, "Watch out for this."
Red lights change slow.
Pro-girl, you know, girl,
Sell your soul for a sum,
And it's taken by a John.
Bargain well, girl.
Now you want a life of lovin' and it can be bought,
Although, some of the best things in life are free.
Don't blow it girl.
Mothers would but daren't be you and keep it locked in
guns.
They say, "Somethin' must be done!" but send their
sons.
So, show it girl.
The headlines scream about your life and they pretend
to see you,
Make you lie about the why of what you are.
Don't scream, you serve them all, have a ball.
Writers dream but only you know.
Pro-girl, you know, girl,
Sell your soul for a sum,
And it's taken by a John.
Bargain well, girl.
And you're lookin' for a man who won't wanna buy your
time.
You're searchin' down an alleyway, a garbage can.
Forget it, babe.
It hurts to say you work your way on through the
streets of hell.
Only lookin' for yourself to put upon a shelf.
Don't let it, babe.
You find a guy, a god, and it must be love this time.
Laying at your side, his shadow splits the night.
Then wakin' in the mornin', god turns on his side,
"How much do you get?"
Pro-girl, you know, girl,
Sell your soul for a sum,
You've been taken by a John.
You bargained well, girl.
What more do you have to sell?