Something about this club intimidates me....

Something about this club intimidates me. Maybe it's the railroad tracks behind the parking lot. Maybe it's the metal detector at the door. Maybe it's the ogre owner always walking around. Maybe it's the goons sometimes he huddles with in a corner booth. Maybe it's the overhang balconies. Maybe it's the video arcade game in the corner. I don't know. I have a hard time relaxing here.<br>

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This club has the reputation of being a club where you can get whatever you want... as long as you're willing to pay handsomely for it. This place is not cheap. It may, in fact, be the priciest one around. I don't see the value in coming here, but I've never partaken in the VIP stuff (nor am I interested in that... not with any of these women).<br>

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I pop in, periodically, just to check out if there is any new, fresh talent. On this day, I was disappointed. I noticed more than a handful of those over-the-hill type dancers who should've quit the business a long time ago. My guess is some of them were refugees from the old, now-defunct Cheaters strip club. My guess was confirmed by another dancer.<br>