Downhill

I came in due to a dancer I follow in Instagram saying she'd be working. When you first enter, you see a small bar to the center of the room, the dressing room to the far right, and the dance room door straight ahead. One dancer was wearing "civilian" clothes sitting at the bar, so I stepped up and ordered a drink. The bartender, a former Navy man, was way rude compared to my last visit. I finished my beer and went inside.

There were two dancers, a 40-something hottie who immediately left the stage and sat with an obvious regular who didn't tip at the flimsy stage and my lady from IG. I approached the plywood and started to tip when she made some small talk. I identified myself in a manner she would recognize and she told me she wasn't the one. When she was done with her set, she came over and I showed her our messages on Instagram. She insisted she wasn't the same person, so I left. She was super-high on drugs at the time. Since, she has deleted both her IG accounts. This place is weaksauce.