Holy stretch marks, Batman. The majority...

Holy stretch marks, Batman. The majority of the few dancers there were so afflicted, and none too pretty anyway. Did take a trip to a VIP spot with a stretch marked dancer, though. Lots of contact, and I was encouraged to let my hands roam over her naked body. She felt free to let her hands move a bit, too (albeit over the pants). Cost me fifty to get into the room, then forty for the dancer's fifteen minutes.

Cosmetically, the place is an absolute dump. A buck to park. Two drink minimum (cute waitress). Seven bucks for a shot of Jack; five for soda.

All in all, I'd probably go back. Then again, I have low standards.