Where to begin. This was a...

Where to begin. This was a long-time hangout during my college days in Knoxville, and there was a time when my friends and I became regulars because our buddy was dating one of the dancers. But that's where the benefits stopped. Having been exposed to the "real" side of the SC scene, this is small potatoes compared to pretty much everywhere else I've been. Average women, below average mileage and forget about anything beyond that. They used to serve beer but the girls had to wear pasties; apparently even that's not the case now. If you're desperate, then maybe I would give this place a try, but given the choice, I might go somewhere else or even look up an escort. You at least know what you're getting there... well, most of the time.