Comments by goldmongerATL (page 26)

About a year or more ago the old Follies had some renovation activity going on. I have not driven by in a few months, but at that time it was totally dormant. the marquee says to visit Vivide. I think the Follies owner is still tilting at windmills in court.

That club's dancers and other staff have gone to city council meetings and hearings en masse to speak on the club's behalf.

Once saw a place called the Salty Snapper. The sign had a scantily clad mermaid with huge boobs. Turned out to be a restaurant.

They are after the club. I could see testimony that undercover agents spent 100 hours in the club and will testify they observed the following 347 illegal acts. A cop can testify as to what he observed. Obviously carries less weight that charging someone. Could have even had a hidden camera to help corroborate. But, I am not a lawyer.

A cop might have been collecting incidents they had personally observed. On such and such a date officer Dickhead entered a VIP room and observed ... In this case Dickhead observed two people hugging. One happened to be nekkid. He actually had a bit of a disappointed expression for a moment, like "crap, nothing is going on."

I will add as far as I know we were the only couple in VIP. The DJ had announced all rooms were wide open right before we went. They keep the curtains closed even on the empty ones. The last few rooms are not visible from the main floor but down a hall. He could have seen where we went if we went to the first 3-4, but not the one we went to. Might have looked in all of the ones down that hallway.

So to answer a couple of questions, at that point, I was not 100% certain he was not staff. We both gave him a WTF look, but she did not say anything. We were both a little caught off guard. I failed to mention we heard the bouncer loudly arguing with him as soon as he left our room. It got quite heated. At one point I heard the bouncer say something that included "you have five seconds!" Then it died down. No one including the bouncer came back to our room. I think the bouncer was going to let me have as much time as I wanted and we did run a bit over. When we left the bouncer was nowhere to be seen. I was surprised to see the guy was still there.

I had a guy tell me to go see his daughter dancing and spend some money on her. She was 20 at the time. I'd already been there done that because she asked me to do the same.

The old Follies had its fair share. You would give a girl money for dances or VIP and sometimes they would go to a guy across the room and give him the money. Not real prevalent, but they were there. Same management and a lot of the same dancers at shadow's new favorite club. Not surprised the same thing is happening there, but disappointed.

Right next to Rooster's Barnyard was Shooter's Alley. It was once a billiard parlor.

But the original Follies was like two clubs day and night, too. I think most Atlanta clubs are. Old farts looking to rent love do not go at night.

I once took a trip on Greyhound in the 80's In the station where I got on and the station in Atlanta where I got off there were posters for strip clubs that were hiring. And there were nice men in red Caddy's waiting there to give you a ride to one of them.

Well this is close. When I was about 40 I had some younger female friends just out of college. They had an acquaintance that told me she was considering trying out at a strip club. Rocking body and worked at Hooters. This was when a few clubs still had amateur contests. She asked if I would go with her so she had someone she knew who could cheer for her. Wanting to see her as naked as possible I went along. She was kind of uncomfortable up there and did not win. She told me she might try again some other night because she could use the money. I did not see here again around her friends. Fast forward a couple of months. I go to the same club. After a while I see her there! She leaves VIP with a guy and heads to the dressing room. The guy she was with sat near me. I asked him how she was in VIP. He said she was the best girl in the place and had guys waiting to take her and she was up for anything you wanted. Sure enough she came out of the dressing room and immediately took another guy to VIP. Guess she got over her shyness. I next saw her a couple of months later. She had had a boob job that took her from a C to like DD. I got some dances and she did not remember or recognize me. Yes her menu was extensive and expensive. Ended up going to VIP and she was as advertised.

Looks like this one turned out to not be real. She was a local news reporter. there was a tape of her having lots of sex in the back of the news van. https://scandalshack.com/allison-williams-the-journo-sex-scandal/

My cousin's college roommate's uncle played a cop on two episodes of Maude.

So Millie is coming down on her price, LOL!

The only violence I saw at Golden Corral was the staff calling the cops on a guy eating directly at the buffet with the serving spoons and his bare hands. He was, um, "large". His argument was he did not want to waste time taking the food back to his table. He ate all the fried chicken in about 5 minutes. It reminded me of the scene in "The Meaning of Life"

Marilyn Manson Alice Cooper

Believe it or not, there is no real stage or stage dancing here. There are a couple of small platforms with poles but they are hardly used. Lap dances and VIP's are where most folks spend their time.

In one rare case, the misheard lyrics BECAME the lyrics. When they were writing the song, the singer sang "In the Garden of Eden" but the drummer could not understand what he was singing. He wrote down "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida"

There is an actual word for misheard lyrics: Mondegreens How many mondegreens are there of this verse from Sir Elton? And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone

Then there are the verses Manfred Mann couldn't even deal with [Verse 5] Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card He said, do what you like, but don't do it here Well I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground Asked him which was the way back home He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own [Verse 6] And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw A gap but figured he'd be all right

Actually you hear these lyrics fine but can't believe you heard them right because they make no sense whatsoever. Madman drummers bummers Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way in to his hat With a boulder on my shoulder feeling kinda' older I tripped the merry go round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground The calliope crashed to the ground and she was blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night. Blinded by the light Revved up like a Deuce Another runner in the night [repeat to fade] Some silicone sister with her manager mister told me I got what it takes She said I'll turn you on sonny to something strong play the song with the funky break And go kart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart see if it was safe outside And little Early Pearly came by in his curly wurly and asked me if I needed a ride The calliope crashed to the ground And she was blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce Another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight She's gonna make it through the night She's gonna make it through the night Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun, but mama That's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anti cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east Says Dethrone the Dictaphone hit it in his funny bone and that's where they expect it least And some new mown chaperone was standing in The corner watching the young girls dance And some fresh sewn moonstone was messing with his frozen zone reminding him of romance

At a club where I am a long time repeat customer but not a regular by any stretch, I had one experience where a chatty floor-man and I hit it off. He was not giving me the verbal tour and pitch. He was just shooting the shit on a slow day. From that point on he remembered me and would let me sit at a "reserved" table until he might need it, gave me extra time in VIP, tended not to pay attention to my lap dances because I was an OK guy, etc. Also because he remembered me he also remembered that I spent money when I came in. All this for just being friendly with him. Never tipped him a dime. Plus the other guys noticed we were friendly and seemed to hassle me less about touching, etc. The odd thing was that the dancers really disliked him because he was overly strict on enforcing rules with them about being late, getting to the stage when called, being on their phones too much, etc.

And he went to jail for obstruction of justice?