you know you're in a philly...

you know you're in a philly (area) club when your moderately good looking (nice teeth, smile, skin, fashionable cut)but hard as nails bartender is holding forth for fifteen minutes on last week's football games-the over-under, points, spread, bets won and lost, critical plays and blunders with every third word the F bomb and the occasional pause to inhale her cancer stick down to her toes-she's slinging much more than a cold drink. two of the three highly overdue new TVs are on ESPN, the third and most apt on Tru TV since this joint skirts the dark side of the law 365 days a year. you may not enter the premises with criminal intent, but if you do not leave besmirched and about a hundred dollars lighter these sirens of vice will have failed their mission to drag you by the short hairs into their lair of lust and delirium. the girls are mostly average looking with a minimal dollar parade so you can relax as the desperadoes (everything from bums to suits) on our side shuffle in and out...well served, informed, and possibly drained of any toxins they may have come in with...