This Place Should Be Bulldozed

You walk in and realize no matter how new or washed your shirt is, it will always have white flakes in the Flashdancers blacklights. The long bar is to your right, and if you don't know anyone there, have no fear. These girls only talk to guys who they know have money, because they've got drug habits to tend to. So go get a drink and relax. That is, until the manager (who, when I worked there, was the biggest piece of shit I've ever met...we'll call him "Dommy") or one of his minions tells you that you're doing something wrong. "Don't set your beer on the stage if you're sitting in front row". Understandable. "Dont be loud." Uh, ok. "Don't request rap even though its all they ever play and all anyone there wants to hear." "Dont touch the girl who is literally giving you a hand job in the VIP." (some do). The bathroom smells like someone exploded every bodily fluid, but they just poured a little bleach down because "We gotta open soon!"

Now for the girls. There's some nice girls there, just like there's some nice cops and there's some nice Nazis who just got caught up in the wrong crowd I'm sure. But for the most part, more so than any club I've been to or worked at, these girls don't try to hide how much they want your money. They'll make up stories about stolen purses, they'll ask for a couple bucks right after you bought a VIP and saw them snort up their earnings as the bathroom door closes. I would also like to include "Dommy" the manager while I talk about staff. He fired tons of great workers and bartenders (which is why I heard he was switched to days, or strip club purgatory) but his worst offense was his mouth. I have recordings of him saying things would make the Better Business Bureau wet themselves, PLUS his friend and him commited a felony assault outside a Whataburger and they don't know I've got proof. I figure one day I'll stroll in there and slap it on his desk so he can know what it's like to be the "retard" as he and his wife adorably called me for working harder than him or anyone else there.

All that said, the owner Mike is a great guy, but go one of his good clubs like Gold Club. Every time I walked in Flashdancers I was worried I would step on a needle or slip in vomit. You can do better. I sure did. If this makes anyone mad, ill be in Los Angeles doing something with my life. Have fun at the worst club in one of the worst cities in the worst state in America.