Skeeeevy! That's the overall feel for...

Skeeeevy! That's the overall feel for a place that's dirty and girls who have virtual tire tracks across them. Always the optimist, I tried one more time to find a way to stomach this place in pursuit of the large menu that's available. But it wasn't even two minutes before I realized I was kidding myself thinking there's any way I could stand it here. Hey, we're not here for fancy curtains and plush couches. Which is good, because there aren't any curtains and the couch is, as the previous poster said, an upholstered petri dish of biohazard detritus. In other words, it's gross. The couch dance room is dark and dirty and would light up like a flare if you took a black light in there to see what kind of things have been left behind and left uncleaned. Not to mention that sharing my couch dance with the guy in the couch five feet away isn't exactly a comfortable environment. But this is a place to see and 'dance' with girls, so let's see what the options might be.

Option 1, the most available at Ball Park: The Heroin-Chic Chick. Covered in tattoos, which is good, because the ink actually adds about 5 percent to her total body weight. Skinny, bony, not a spinner but more like a third-world child. She's in a fog, because she's high. Bones are poking out. She's in a general state of disrepair.

Option 2: Trailer trash. This is actually a slight upgrade from Option 1.

Option 3: You got lucky. There's one who you waited for who you could enjoy being with. Might take a few visits to find this one.