Some New Talent

A fairly typical Sunday afternoon. Cover $15. Free parking. No ID check. No pat down. Clean and the music wasn’t so loud that you couldn’t converse. Lighting seemed to be a little darker than I am used to. It has been about five or six months since my last visit.

The parking lot seemed fairly full, but the PL count ran between 10 and 18. There were about 16 girls. About 30+ percent I had not seen there before. Depending on your taste, there might have been one or two that qualified as 9s. I take points off for oversized, fake boobs. So while there were a few very pretty girls that otherwise were in good shape, the fake boobs detracted from their looks.

Laleia (sp? Pronounced la-lay-ya) is a pretty blond and has danced for me before. She comes across as a bit of a shark when making her sales pitch, but even on stage, she can make you feel like she wants to make you happy…before moving on the next PL. Mileage was good at extra cost, but she recently got some granite installed in her chest. If we did not already have history, I probably would have passed, but I know her to be a good time. I was going to ask her about the deltas, but she was on to the next sale. I have known a few girls with oversized, overly firm implants and I cannot figure it. They cannot be comfortable. They do not look natural at all. They feel like over-inflated soccer balls. I always want to ask, “What were you thinking?” What happens when you are 40 and everything else is dragging? Will you use them to smash beer cans or crack walnuts?