I can't help but notice that...

I can't help but notice that it looks like an expanded trailer with mirrors all over the walls and what looks like silver garland from an old Christmas tree draped about. Much like many strippers, a lot of makeup on an ugly face just can't hide the beast beneath. Then again I was raised in dumps, so I'm much more comfortable here than some ritzy, $500-a-bottle place.

The first girl that we talk to is a perfect reflection of the establishment itself: she had bleached out damaged hair, skin wrinkling from what was probably a drug habit, had no brain in her body, and fake tits that were so bad that they looked like someone stuffed two huge gumdrops just below the surface of her skin.