It is what it is.

After striking out at Cheerleaders, I headed just down the road to Carnival to improve my batting average.

Let's not mince words - the place is a dive - but it's also a sure thing if you want to feel good. The staff does seem to keep the place clean - bleach solution and all - which is a plus. The girls sit in booths with curtains generally drawn closed, and you're supposed to go to the back of the booth, put a dollar in a machine, then talk to the girl to decide if you might want to go back with them. Since the place is so run down, I have yet to actually use one of the dollar machines to talk to a girl - instead, you just open the front door and talk to them through that.

There were only a couple of girls working when I was there. The cutest by a wide margin was Daisy, and she was parked in the booth closest to the front of the store. I looked around for a bit and spoke with an overweight blonde (3/10 maybe) who absolutely REEKED of cigarette smoke. I told her it was nice to meet her but I would "shop around" first. Back to Daisy, we were about to head back, when the manager told me that she had just been spoken for, but I could go next.