Sex

Don't we all

Why is this llnked to Cheetah's Hallandale?

I think the OP is sponsoring a "First Line" contest. Similar to literary magazines, we get an opening line and then run with it for our own short stories.

Finally someone said it

"I didn't come here to drink a $12 watered down Vodka and Cranberry or stuff $1 in womens underwear. I want to have sex!!!! With a woman!!!! Not a bathroom troll!!!!"

Also, notice the posting time - 4:16am.

That's a PL's darkest hour. We've already blown through a ton of cash and drunk a few too many. For our trouble, it's been low mileage dances, a frustrating misfire in VIP, and false promises for an after-hours OTC. Now our little head's in control.

Blue balls, strong they are. We're back at the hotel, scrolling through internet escort ads like a monkey on crack. There's only one searing, all-consuming thought, "I want sex with a woman!"

However, the clock is a cruel mistress. As dawn beckons and our alcoholic haze slowly abates, we realize the odds of finding an escort are nil, the AMPs are closed, and the bright flame of our once promising night has dimmed to a flicker.

However, before we concede to Rosie Palm and her five sisters, maybe all is not lost! Another browser tab happens to be open to TUSCL. Of course it is, because let's face it - we didn't come by the "PL" moniker for no reason. The force is strong with us. And at this late hour, it's our only friend.

Like a diver frantically gasping for air from a dying tank, we flail and writhe under the knowledge of our darkening prospects. We have but yet one last desperate hope - to cry out in the night with the instrument of both our salvation and destruction.

Picking a club to vent our flaccid fury, we type our angst-ridden yearning into the Discussion void. To paraphrase Neil Diamond (a PL hero if there ever was one), "I want sex with a woman, I said. To no one there. And no one heard at all, not even the chair."

I wonder how it turned out for our hapless hero? 😏

@Rod84, I was annoyed at this post until I read your comment, which had me dying of laughter.

Shit, we've all been there.

Hey OP - go to Cheetah Pompano Beach! Problem solved.

^ Pompano clubs close at 3 city ordinance, too early by this posting time

Human outcast howls into night like a lone wolf in the wilderness. Finds empathy. Strip club website has value.

Assholes like this are going to clog up the "40 Most Ignored Members" list.