Ohh, it ain't good. The...

Ohh, it ain't good. The area is iffy. The bar is run-down. The dancers are tired. The clientele is wanna-bangers.

Stay away. Far away.

I was heading across town to another club and decided to stop in. The walled off parking is reassuring. The young folks hanging out in front of the front door were not. It wasn't crowded. The dancers wandered back and forth from the dressing room to the floor. When on the floor they mostly sat together talking. Dancing was unenthusiastic with few uninspiring exceptions. I won't be back