Did not rock my world this visit

I entered the establishment expecting to be very impressed. Generally "super-hot and Russian" are tidings of good things to come, and that had been an expectation built by those who described it to me. I was underwhelmed.

I will acknowledge that I have very rigid tastes--I like strippers who look like strippers, who keep their bodies in peak physical condition to be at the top of the game precisely as professional athletes do. There's something particularly unappealing about a pudgy stripper as far as I'm concerned. Your job is your body. It's a lack of self-respect to put out an inferior product because you love Taco Bell more than the gym, right? Not trying to be a dick here, but I'm in better shape than half of you and the thought of people paying to see my body never, ever crossed my mind.

Anyhow, I'll circle back from that tangent to say that I didn't see one girl I would see at a party and say to my friend, "Check out that chick. Hot." Marginally better, occasionally, than an average girl at the supermarket? Sure. But this is high school ball, at best, if a place like Spearmint Rhino Las Vegas is the majors. I saw far more gorgeous Toronto women on the sidewalks during my various excursions than I did in the club.