Airport Security Entry Process

It’s like going through fucking airport security just getting into this club.

I got here on Saturday night after 1am (It's technically Sunday morning). The chinese guy at the front desk (I shall refer to him as Inspector Lee) should be working for the CIA. The line is out the door not because the place is a great spot, but because the entry takes wayyyyyyyyyyy too long. They scan your ID, mind read your social security number, grab your nutsack, talk bout yo ugly ass momma so fat, figure out who you voted for… and everything else in between just trying to enter the club.

Once you finally pass the CIA vetting the music is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy too loud. Like damn, man. And the dancer quality is low. I came here for a dancer named “Trinidad”. She has a huge booty and used to work at the 2 0’clock club in B-More. She seems not to work here anymore. So that defeats my purpose returning here.