Dollar Parade

I came back to this club on a Monday afternoon for what was probably the last time I will visit. I didn't recognize any of the girls from my prior visits. All appeared to be (white) Brasilians. Most spoke English. They looked a bit older than most of the dancers I had seen there before. Several had attractive bodies; though there weren't that many with attractive faces. Almost as soon as I sat down, one of the not-so-attractive ones came over and took a stool next to me. I'm not sure I had ever seen a dancer with teeth that needed braces quite so badly. Her: "Do you want a dance?" Me: "No thank you." Her: "Great! Let's go." Me: "I don't think you heard me correctly - I said no thank you." Her: "Why?" I explained I had just arrived. "Oh - buy me a drink." Me: "Uh...no." Her: "Let me give you a massage." Me: "No thank you." Her: "Yes? Great." And so it went for the next ten minutes. While the dollar parade kept sweeping by - more intense than I had seen before, with four or five girls at a time just walking around the bar soliciting dollars, and not even attempting to dance.

I won't be returning to the dayshift anytime soon.