once in a while the unluckiest...

once in a while the unluckiest monger on the longest losing streak, trolling the dingiest dives in the lousiest low expectations frame of mind, will strike lightning in a bottle. it was an almost stellar lineup in a joint where you're usually thankful if one appeals: a lively, olive complected hottie with delectable raisin nips, a personable jennifer tilley type easy on the eyes in spite of the missing mandible, an anita eckbergesque old reliable with globular tatas longer than my forearm, and the once and future queen of the harem, the inimitable Ms. C, who by all accounts, has been bringing her A game to the stage and backrooms for several months. some girls can sell it and not deliver, others care less about the selling but somehow pull it off in the back; it's the rare creature with style and sensuality in spades who sells it AND delivers with authenticity and creativity..just a rock'em, sock'em old fashioned good time delivered with lusty panache..god love her..if there were more creatures like her other women could close up shop, game over, and our teetering strip joints would be as packed as your local apple outlet..instead of mostly empty outposts with their smattering of depressives...main artery (at least from the south)to the joint is currently a torturous obstacle course of construction (in both directions) so you should drink less and concentrate on other pleasures for as long as we are lucky to have both santa and the queen on the premises...