Brutal

I was in the vicinity of the Block post-happy hour, and I thought, "Hey, maybe I can sneak in a quick visit before it gets too crowded." So I walked in and instantly regretted my decision. I'm talkin' Trackmark Junction and the Heroin Hos. I've had my share of fun at this place, but one girl reeked of rancid meat and shame, while another looked like Meg Ryan 300 years from now. So I figured, well there'll be a shift change later on, so maybe I'll swing by at peak stripper time.

So I went to Fells Point for a bit and came back to the Block around 11:30. I thought there would HAVE to be a sizable selection at that point, right? Wrong. Hardly any dancers working, and they didn't even have that one chesty middle aged bartender who comes out to the barstools if you want to buy her a drink and fondle her epic juggs. I kinda wished that I hadn't even ordered a beer, because now I gotta sit there and burn through that before I'm willing to take off. I wondered if maybe there would be a few hotties who'd have performing dances/favors off in the private area, but nope. Not even that to pique my attention.

This place never had the highest number of strippers (although they may be the highest on drugs), but there is typically at least slightly more quality even when quantity is limited. I bounced and headed to Red Room, where I witnessed a somewhat better situation.