I don't know what I expected...

I don't know what I expected to find in here but this place is a total $#!+hole. You walk in the door and everyone in the place turns to stare. It is like an f'ing movie, dozens of zombie stares slowly tracking you as you head over to the bar. I casually sat down, or as casually as I could after that awkward introduction. I clearly didn't fit in, so I thought all of this had to do with how I was dressed or something, but instead the same harmonious turn and stare occurred again when the next guy strolled in. Anyway, to the club. It looks like something between a terrible dive bar and a crack den. There were uncomfortable chairs and strung out customers strewn about, along with a gently used stage and totally used up women, most of which were unmistakably junkies. I lit up a cigarette to make my skin stop crawling, and decided I was leaving as soon as I was done. Numerous girls came up and said hi, but probably figured out from my expression or my reply (not sure which was more appalling) that I wasn't the least bit interested or comfortable. The one I couldn't immediately shake started telling me some bogus sob story and telling me how much better this place was than the other clubs around because you could get everything you wanted for cheap. I'm sure it's a good deal indeed if you are fond of toothless BJs and Hep C. <br>

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Would stay away, wouldn't even go looking for a diamond in the rough - all you are going to find is rough.