Well, well, well what do we...

Well, well, well what do we have here? A house that's been converted into a strip club! Hahhahhahhahahaa

If strip clubs were people this would be the colorful, toothless, small town lunatic. One part disturbed, one part titillated and one part curious, those are the ingredients of your reaction to this place. Everyone here looks like they have an interesting story to tell. This is an outlaw hangout, the refuge of perverts, addicts and every other kind of sexual degenerate. Trust no one here.

Loud cackles emanate from an old biker chick’s crusted mouth. It rumbles through the pulsing air, bouncing of old wooden panels and high heel pumps. The men’s bathroom door remains open from too many past transgressions. Sin oozes out of this place. It’s the life blood of this haunted house. It’s the thick viscous black fluid that’s pumped straight to its heart, keeping it alive and throbbing. This is what strip clubs are meant to be.