Ghosts of Strippers Past

Abandoned and decaying, the Ghosts of Strippers Past haunt this place still today.

Stuck in the middle of Nowhere, The Candy Factory's once bright exterior now dark. If you stand at night, in the darkness, next to the broken out sign and listen very closely, you can still occasionally hear a whispering voice moaning "wannadance?". Veteran PLs who knew this club in it's glory days, either as The Candy Factory or in it's previous life as Heart Breakers still make the pilgrimage to 12 Mile Corner to lay down crumpled singles at the always locked door, like a makeshift alter to lap dances from ATFs past, wondering if this hidden oasis of sweaty, oily, grinding will once again be resurrected into a bastion of lascivious extravagance.