I keep hoping they will be better

This club used to be good to go to. They had a mix of all types of hot dancers. The waitresses had to keep pressure on but they were nice.

I went at shift change and the dancers were running around from table to table to keep management happy. One younger girl stopped at my table. She mostly complained about Bob and how bad her life was. While she was doing that, she was rubbing my crotch. I think she thought that was doing the job. I really just wanted her to stop complaining so I suggested a dance. We went to the back. The dance was good cause she stopped complaining. We went for songs and then she said it was six. She the complained about how people try to get free songs off her. I had to leave. I need to keep telling myself that it's not the same and it probably never will be again.