I keep coming back to this...

I keep coming back to this place, even though it's truly a dump. Maybe because it's a dump. It's oozing with character, I'll say that. As for what else it might be oozing with, well, I didn't bring any petri dishes with me.

On this night (and this almost always the case) the staff on duty comprised mostly girls who were not my type. And mine is a conventional type, so if you're hoping to find an abundance of young, hot spinners, DB would not be the place I'd suggest you look. But there were a couple standouts, and one of them was amenable to performing the specific piece of manual labor I'd gone to the club hoping to commission.

Unfortunately, while we were in the lapdance area, the heat was on. The lady running the "DJ booth" had her eye on us, and then the codger who works the door came back too, on the pretense of checking out an electric fan or something. So we didn't get the thing done.