What. A. Joke. This place is...

What. A. Joke. This place is really, really bad. Did I mention it was bad? Where do I start? OK here goes. First, there were less then 5 dancers working. 3 of them were between 2s and 4s. One was a 1. Yes, a 1. More on that later. The other was maybe a 6-7, but sitting with her buddies and not interested in working. OK, the 1. I'm 5'11", 200 pounds. She was 5'9", 200 pounds. This is not good. She was wearing a one piece (thank god for small, or large, miracles). Truly a horrifying site. I sat down with a girl who on the surface looked like a 6-7. Cutish face, bought her a drink. She smelled terrible and hadn't used perfume. Regardless, the talent was so bad I thought what the hell I'll try one 5 dollar dance. She took her top off and her boobs were A cups, wrinkly and saggy. I am not kidding. On top of this, there is virtually not contact either way. I couldn't even get her to turn around and let me grab her ass so I didn't have to look at her boobs!! So, yes, my friends, I would find another club.