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It all started in 2016.

I went through a crappy divorce after 13 years of faithful marriage. I found myself lost, lonely, but finally having extra cash to myself.

I got tired of sitting in normal bars feeling drunk and socially awkward. So what’s a guy to do?

EASTSIDE!

Anyone from the St Louis area knows that there’s a ton of strip clubs cluttered together right across the river in Illinois. Being a pretty bashful person in general, this mustered up a lot of inner courage. I had no idea what to expect but it certainly had to be better than sitting in normal bars.

First, I wandered over to Hollywood and took a seat at the bar. It was extremely dead. There was maybe 3 or 4 dancers just lounging around, looking bored out of their minds. Considering I was one of two customers I assumed someone would join me at the bar (still extremely bashful at this point). After 30 min. And 3 drinks I walked out of there without talking to anyone except the bar tender. I was pretty disappointed and figured I’d just go back home.

Before hitting the highway, this neon sign attached to an old building caught my eye. “MISS KITTY’S”. I figured, Old building... creepy sounding name... this can go one way or another. As soon as I walked In I was greeted by 4 girls at the same time! It was overwhelming awesome. So, my first rookie mistake was to buy all of them a drink. I was happy. I was getting attention. What the hell... why not? After I had 5 or 6 rum &cokes I was no longer the bashful guy. I was the generous dummy who fell into the thirsty strippers trap. Stage tips went from 1’s to 5’s to 20’s... then the lap dances then the vip offers. I thought I was in heaven, never once realizing I was just the cash cow of the evening.
I woke up the next morning with a drained bank account vowing to never do that dumb shit again!

Fast forward about 2 months...

I’m now a regular at this place. Showing up 2 to 3 nights a week. I have my favorite girl (beautiful blonde with big natural boobs) and a couple other girls that I legit became friends with and hung out with otc.

OTC was my rookie mistake number 2 btw... Not knowing what you’re doing quickly turns into car rides everywhere and electric bills getting paid often. It became a super fun but toxic situation. At this point I’d get super hammered with my “friends” at the bar and spend money on dumb shit like giving the manager 100 bucks to play the song “careless whisper” over and over just so I could get a huge laugh watching girls try to dance to that and giving dirty smirks. This went on for nearly a full year. Pretty much the way I described it over and over usually twice a week. The drinking got worse. The carelessness with money even a bigger issue. I eventually got so drunk one night, I puked all over the place. Spattered a strippers shoes (who threatened to beat the shit outta me and don’t blame her) and then voluntarily escorted my own ass out of there before being forced out. I slept it off for awhile in the parking lot and remember coming to my senses staring up at that hot pink neon Miss Kitty’s sign, covered in my own puke realizing I finally hit my personal rock bottom. It was a fun ride but it was time to stop.

Now, I’m remarried with a kid. I haven’t been back to that place since that awful night but I’m haunted by all the fun memories, friendships (even though it was sorta paid for) and of course, the intimacy. I really don’t know if it’s too dangerous for me to go back and check it out because I don’t trust the drunk version of me and the sober version would be bashful and lame. I assume Ill continue dwelling on the past.