my pattern is fixed here-an afternoon...

my pattern is fixed here-an afternoon visit at shift change to view both the departing and incoming girls. the ones leaving are frequently drunk and happy (to be leaving) and the ones coming quiet if not morose (like anyone going to a job they hate). there isn't much reason to sit barside here because even though most gurls flash and spread-they usually aren't all that to look at-and even if they were, the joint's dark as a cave and about as smoky as a two alarm. plus barside locks you into the tip trap and the routine exchange of a few but nevertheless painful words.

so back-benching is simply more relaxing for an individual who's seen it all (a long time ago) and would just as soon not be bothered. on this visit the blonde bimbo with the fake rack (young and off the charts for this joint) was so ripped (and talkative) she had two PLs flipping coins for first in line for her next CD. the older, slender indian gentleman lost the toss to the young construction worker and off they went. on her way back to retrieve the loser of the toss she was intercepted by the lecherous business man (a latter day canterbury tale-'the raghead, the hard hat and the mad man')-who had the timing misfortune of doubling up (two couples in a shared space the size of a small walk-in) with a second dancer/custy. the indian gent finally got his while one of the new girls took the stage and delivered the most lifeless and depressed 'dance' i've seen in twenty years-and practically cleared the joint in the process. over-all the girls and action are holding steady here..unlike several venues in philly proper which have been under siege..