You have to think of this...

You have to think of this club as part of a special class. That class is, 'strip clubs that leave you jerking your foot spasmodically and crying out the name of a saint.' But only if you play your cards right, choose carefully and come with some donations.

The girls have improved radically since I first ever visited this place two years ago. They got a medium-sized influx of chicks who'd make any club proud to go with the chicks they already had, and it's better if I not talk too much about them. There aren't many girls in 'the mold' of chicks you'd find at Rhino or at a Vegas lapdance factory. I prefer it like this. I'm sick of the 5'5" blonde with the double cassava fack rack, pink bikini, sun damaged skin.

I have to say that the floor dances at HT aren't up to the standards of its sister clubs. Meat, the bouncer, has a bad habit of wandering by and dropping the hammer on straying hands, and that just doesn't happen at TL. But it's okay because most of the dancers will do that friendly little dip to put their breast in your hand.