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I kicked off my evening at BT's before making my way down the Michigan Avenue line to Silver Cricket, eventually landing at Henry's. My Sunday night journey took me through three unique venues until I stumbled upon something that truly caught my attention. As I stepped into Henry's just after 8 PM, I was immediately enveloped by the rich scent of smoke, which created a laid-back yet lively ambiance. After paying a modest $5 cover charge, I received my ticket and opted for a high-top seat at the bar, the ideal vantage point for enjoying a cold beer while scanning the crowd for anything intriguing. A few women approached to introduce themselves, but they didn’t quite resonate with me, so I politely declined their offers for companionship. In search of a more intimate atmosphere, I moved to a table in the center of the room, nestled against the mirrored cubbyhole sections. It was there that I spotted a tall, slender Caucasian woman named Dream, whose captivating figure drew my attention as she mingled with the crowd. After a brief exchange at my table, I felt a spark of interest and invited her for a drink. Unable to find the waitress, I decided to head back to the bar to grab one myself. After some negotiation, we settled on a donation arrangement that worked for both of us, and we made our way to the VIP area behind the DJ booth. I paid the $10 entrance fee, received a wristband, and entered a small room at the back, furnished with a thinly padded vinyl bench seat, two handicap railings on either end, and heavy curtains for privacy. As we got comfortable, she requested the money upfront, which made me uneasy; I voiced my discomfort but assured her I could show her the cash by placing it on the floor, hoping to find a compromise that would ease the tension. Once that was settled, she began with a couple of warm-up dances to set the mood, allowing my hands to roam freely. As the atmosphere intensified, our clothes came off, and she added a hat, playfully engaging in a sloppy lollipop routine while maintaining eye contact. After a few minutes, I paused the moment, feeling it was time to delve deeper into the experience. After engaging in several rounds and exploring various positions, I finished into the hat. I took a moment to tidy up before making my way out. A quick stop at the bathroom to clean up. I would say this was a good visit even for a Sunday.

Driving to the Dearborn gentleman clubs was a nightmare, with all the roads heading south and west under construction. I arrived at Silver Cricket around 4:00 PM and found the fenced parking lot surprisingly empty, which gave me a glimmer of hope. After a quick stop at the bathroom—thankfully free of any bathroom attendants—I wandered around the stage to check out the talent. I settled into a seat at the end of the bar near the door, ordered a beer, and turned to face the stage. A few ladies approached, but I politely declined, as they weren't my type. When a familiar performer took the stage, I watched as patrons tipped her at the first pole. I waited until she moved to the second pole before tipping her myself and inviting her to join me afterward. After her set, she came over, and we caught up while I treated her to a glass of chardonnay. She then suggested some fun in the back room, and after discussing the price, we headed to the VIP area, where I paid the entrance fee and claimed the largest booth. As the music played, her clothes gradually came off, leading to an intimate experience that included various positions. She was attentive and not a clock-watcher, accepting payment at the end. Overall, I highly recommend the experience. Beer: 9 + tip Wine 10 + tip VIP 10 Service 220 total 249

I decided to park at the shopping plaza instead of using the valet service, hoping to save some time and hassle. As I strolled toward the entrance, I noticed the parking lot was surprisingly empty, which I initially thought would work to my advantage. Arriving an hour before the night shift began, I found only about ten girls working, a rather underwhelming sight. I settled onto a barstool and ordered a beer, watching the performances on stage. To my disappointment, the show felt disorganized, with only one girl occasionally taking the pole, especially for a Sunday night. After the rotation, nothing caught my eye, so I opted to wait for the night shift, hoping for a better selection. When the roll call started at 7 PM, I was greeted by a familiar crew from Havana night, with the day shift lingering backstage while the night crew took the front stage. Among them, I spotted a potential candidate—a light brown-haired girl with a few tattoos. I tipped her during her performance, and she approached me afterward, but our interaction quickly took a turn. Her limited English necessitated the use of a translation app, which, while understandable, somewhat dampened the mood. She began with high expectations but soon shifted to negotiating a more reasonable price. We headed to the VIP lounge, where I had to lock my phone in a transparent box due to previous incidents of recording. We settled into a larger booth angled to the left, but when she insisted on payment upfront, I hesitated and insisted on paying after the session. After some reluctance, she agreed, but the experience was far from enjoyable. Her slow grind felt lackluster, and she barely allowed any physical contact, maintaining a frown throughout. After just one song, I decided to cut my losses, paid her for the dance, and exited the VIP area, feeling disappointed. No jewels to be found on this trip. But YMMV. Day shift no cover 2 beers $25 + tip VIP entrance $20 single dance $25