Miss Kitty's was my next stop after Hollywood

Miss Kitty's was my next stop after Hollywood. I paid the $10 cover and was buzzed into the bar. I say bar because the place is just a very big one level bar with poles littered around the club.

I decided to take a seat at the bar where I could watch ESPN if none of the dancers were up to my standards. Sure enough, except for one slim good looking black dancer, the few dancers they had on that night were all either old or overweight. There was a fat white dancer named Cherry who looked like she belonged on a farm and not a strip club. A slightly fat white guy with glasses just wouldn't leave her alone. When she got up to dance he ended up stage side tipping and grabbing her. As if watching those two cows fondling each other at stage wasn't bad enough, he started yelling at her. That put off a lot of other customers who ended up not stepping a foot near her after that. After her set she sat down with him at the bar and continued their conversation. I'm guessing it was either her boyfriend or her pimp keeping an eye on her.

I stayed for a few beers and headed out not even thirty minutes later. Besides the hot black dancer, who grabbed the ceiling during her set to do a couple pull ups, there was no talent at all.