my second afternoon visit to this...

my second afternoon visit to this old-time, suburban dive..still dark as a bat cave, most toxic RR this side of monsanto, fair to middling dancers who've been on the circuit since way before monica was blowing bill..Ivy the bartender is a staple here and gets things done..happily changed my unnecessarily large bill, and though my beverage of choice was not 'in stock' at the bar dashed 'into the back' to get a couple..another monger mentioned the air was too close and moments later a gnome like creature with a key emerged out of nowhere and opened the wall box..it got cool in a hurry..a fair number of pampered geezers-the bread and butter of any daytime hole in the wall such as this-with whom the banter is friendly and genuine...who are even spared the inconvenience of ordering their usual...it's simply set up for them with a smile..oddly enough the gurls only circulate inside, not out, of the rectangular pit so the stroll toll is minimal and the twenty-five dollar LDs are never mentioned, let alone hustled...although the well appointed cubicles are plentiful and a few gurls (on a very individual basis) are reported to go the 'extra mile'...if only they were younger, prettier, and a little more aggressive..but then, of course, most of us geezers-who may have been on the circuit since way before nixon was a crook- are nothing to write home about either...