Sometimes a visit to a dive...

Sometimes a visit to a dive strip bar can renew your faith in humanity, cause no matter how skanky or worn out a tired old stripper might be, some dude somewhere finds her hot. This was the case as I observed a woman, clearly past her prime and with a body that is, to put it politely, not exactly super model material, given the rolls of fat, saggy breasts, stretch marks and cottage cheese thighs. But there she was up on stage and sure enough there was a guy tossing her dollars. Ain't America great?

Every time I walk in to PP I hope it's going to be different but sadly, it never is. The one gal who almost had me interested finished her stage set as I sat down at the rack and promptly left to go smoke. Another light skinned mixed race girl was hot enough but pardon the expression, and I really don't intend to offend, but she was GAF (ghetto as fuck), with what appeared to be badly drawn prison tats, reeking of cheap perfume and already wasted at 2:30 in the afternoon. I don't expect graduates of finishing school to be strippers, but this chick was more like a escapee of reform school.

I suppose I'll try PP again, cause I believe in second third forth chances, and I keep reading reviews on here from other PL's how awesome it is, but it's always sucked for me. And not in a good way.