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FYI: this review is from a visit 2 years ago but I’m just getting around to posting it now.

After spending the late afternoon at the Criket and the evening with family I hadn’t seen in some time, I’d headed back to my hotel. Should I sleep? Hell no! Clubs to go to and nakedness to see.

Since I was staying northeast of the city I thought I would try the short jaunt up I94 to the Traffic Light. Why? Why not patronize one of the clubs that the experts on the D say are must-trys? Well I like to check out the out of the way spots that are most likely less expensive and the reviews sounded intriguing. I’m not an extras guy anyways so why not have as much fun as allowed in a unique place.

The Traffic Light is definitely unique. It’s in an old garage & that’s the theme. Tons of Auto memorabilia on the walls and a very strange layout. Arrived around 11:30 and the joint was hoppin’. Barely anywhere to sit so grabbed a seat at the small bar and scoped out the place while I had my first beer. The first thing I noticed was the banquette down the right hand side of the place was where the lappers were happening. No privacy whatsoever just dancers grinding on PL’s right in the open. Of course because of this the mileage seemed to be pretty limited. There was somewhere in the neighborhood of 16 to 20 girls working and I’d put them all in the 5 to 7 range. Clientele was a bit rough, but not too bad and there were a fair number of women mixed in with groups of guys.