I don't get it. How can...

I don't get it. How can there be so many attractive dancers across the street at Centerfolds, and here... yeesh. There was one young, somewhat attractive dancer who struck up a conversation with me. Said she's a college student new to the sex industry. I got the impression this was a (helluva) sociology project. After a few minutes of small talk the bartender asked if I'd like to buy her a drink: we could share a bottle of champagne for two-fifty. Two hundred and fifty? Dollars? says I. Yes, that's the deal. For that we go to a slilghtly more secluded area at the back of the bar and drink the champagne and, I think, that's about it. No thanks, says I once more. The dancer apologized for the hard sell and went off to talk to someone more generous than I.