Not going back

I'm basically a lowlife when it comes to clubs. I'm not fond of of the over priced "glamor palaces" where the girls are all silicone and hair spray. Centerfolds is not a glamor palace, so I didn't stray out of my comfort zone. Centerfolds has a history of violence so it's not really something you'd recommend your friend go to. Brother in law, yes. Of course.

I paid the $5 cover and walked in and as soon as I sat down I was accosted by B****y. You'll recognize her by the fact that she doesn't shut up and doesn't go away.

The stage is a long walkway with tables and chairs surround it, and there are two private dance locations, one on the north side and one on the south side. Normally, the girls run from a 5 to a 7. B***y is closer to a 5 than 7. Less if you count a personality like a virulent case of herpes. The "dancer" on stage was just walking back and forth. I mentioned the girl on the stage had the best ass I'd ever seen. She didn't, but I thought being rude might help get rid of B***y. It didn't.