Diamond Club

For my afternoon visit, there was no fee to park and no cover charge. As I entered, there was a bar and bathroom to the right and a dance stage and some tables down a small set of stairs to the left. I sat at the bar, ate some popcorn, and ordered a beer for $5. I noticed three dancers with average looks. Neither of them approached me, and they did not get on stage.

The rest of the review is BS because the club was lame. All of a sudden, my TUSCL spidey sense was activated. Previous spidey senses were when I took a dancer to VIP at Follies after I saw her walk out of one of the single booths with shadowcat, when Papi was headed to the private dance area in Body Club after I finished there, when twentyfive and I drank scotch and smoked stogies at Rachel's WPB, and when Minnow and I accidentally touched legs when we were getting dances on the Mons Venus couches. All of a sudden, I met flagooner, a fellow Floridian TUSCLer, and we both had the same idea, "Hey let's try out Dancer's Royale. It's only a mile away."