I was warned. I can't say...

I was warned. I can't say that I wasn't. My husband knows strip clubs and, even though I'd heard only good things about this place in the reviews, he said it sounds like a "clip joint" just by looking at the billboards. But I insisted.

We pulled in a little before midnight. Some people said the neighborhood was scary and dangerous, but it was nothing of the sort. We were preceded by a carfull of young ladies out to have a good time, and if not for them, the night would've been a total disaster. When they were paying their entrance fee and chanting "ass and titties," I knew that they would be fun and I held out hope.

Well, it was a bust. Speaking of busts, there were no big, natural titties anywhere. They were all either skinny, flat-chested skanks or skinny, cosmetically enhanced skanks. None of them even approached our table, but really, none of them interested me or my man. I had so much more fun watching the aforementioned customers (and even gave one a tip between her boobies) than watching the dancers. There was one girl who danced extremely well and was cute (but had fake tits) and the rest of the girls were boring boring boring. Sorry.