Sketchy and depressing

Definitely the worst-looking place I've ever seen call itself a 'club.' Feels like a fraternity basement, and a run-down one at that. But don't worry, the place isn't as run down as the dancers who work there. From the outside, you'd miss it completely except for the round windows that face the road. It's a crappy shithole of a shack, looks like a private home, apparently with an apartment above, in a blue collar neighborhood. Could barely find the door, since you'd never know this was a place of business.

Inside, the basement motif sets a mood of "What am I doing here?" Big square bar with a much-too big dance floor inside of it. Too big because there were only two dancers who didn't show up until 8pm, only one of them never even went onto the dance floor. About 4 customers, and two of them left as soon as they saw what tonight's talent was. And here's the 'talent' we waited almost an hour to see:

First one was a 60-year old Brazilian MIWFWYD (Mom I wouldn't fuck with Your dick). Old, dried up, and stinking, stinking, stinking of perfume. Can't imagine what smell she was trying to cover up. Oh, and she was dancing in stockings and a SWEATER! WTF? She didn't dance, she just stood in the middle and them came around to the customers. Gave her a couple of singles to make her go away. She asked to buy here a drink, um, no! Just being across the bar from her left me stinking of whatever she was wearing.

The other dancer, who changed out of her street clothes over in the corner of the bar (no dressing room?), was fat blonde Zilian with a belly and an unappealing ass matched by her unappealing choice of unitard. Not much English either. But, this was a mission, so in the interest of science, tried the 30 dollar visit to the private dance. Pay the bartender (very cute and friendly college girl, wish she'd been dancing) and head to the dance. It's a phone booth sized box built out of plywood and tucked against a wall in a wide open and empty bar. It's the spot others have described as 'by the office.' One side of the booth has a sheer curtain, but the curtain faces away from the bar so it is kind of private. Tonight's lesser-of-two-evils dancer was quick with the offer of Billy for 0.6, and more if you'd like. That wasn't my thing but now I know what's there. A little rushed and for sure no GFE here. But she wasn't the worst thing ever to dance. So the plus for this place is the availability of what one might need if one needed it really bad. If the dancers show up, they take care of you, I'm sure. But this place was off the charts on the sketchy-creepy scale. Talent ranged from "Run Away!" to "Well, if I have to..." Will not return.