This is not a good club...

This is not a good club at all. AT ALL. In the back of a decrepit porn store in the dodgy end of the Strip where no taxis will stop, Talk of the Town is to be avoided at all costs. Three ordinary girls were on shift, one so high she didn't even notice cracking her ankle (hard) on the tip rail. Drinks from a homemade soda fountain and music from a stereo. Very dicey looking private dance rooms with a massive, soiled looking ben bag on the floor. I fled.