I visited Angels late afternoon yesterday. There were a lot of dancers. The whales weren't there, but there was only a single hottie. The dancers were very desperate for work. Willy got plenty of "FREE" workouts. It was nice even though cooked spaghetti has more rigidity and reactivity. The music was down so conversation was possible. I railed against the spindley squawkings of shadowcat and his obsession with Kyle1111 as well as his hatred of the black clubs, and the dancers dutifully nodded their sympathy. Well, actually that ain't what we discussed, but I figured shadowcat is desperate for a little love and I'm feeling generous. :)
What did we discuss? Gambling dancer, the collapsed economy and worthless dollar, wanna dance, etc. :)
Finally, the only hottie decides to leave the confines of sacred dressing room. She approaches. Then she speaks those magically wonderful words, to wit: wanna dance? YES!!!!!!! Damn, it was long time waiting for that beauty. And, her dances were EXCELLENT to the tune of an empty wallet.
Her name is SILK and sure enough she felt like SILK. Unfortunately, her main club is Coco's and she just likes to slum occasionally at the hood i.e. Angels. She made me one happy oldster. :)


Worthless dollar? What the hell does that mean? Last time I checked the strippers still loved the dollar bills.