I stopped by on a Tuesday...

I stopped by on a Tuesday afternoon around 2pm. There were seriously only 2 dancers on duty. And none of them were dancing. Just one other patron at the bar.

One Italian dancer named Tigra is always there when I stop by during the day. I mean ALWAYS. She's got a body like a thoroughbred but that's it. And she's not a fantastic dancer. Mileage acceptable, but whatever. And she'll talk a fucking hole in your head and try to hit you up for drinks if you let her.

She played the whole "here's my phone number, don't worry if a guy answers it" game. Then sending texts like "I miss talking to you. When are you coming in to see me?"