Marisol

It was a pretty dead night in Newark and Irvington. Checked out don costa and some other clubs nearby. They all had only one dancer. So I just walked out.

April had about 5 girls. One heavy girl dancing, other 4 other were grinding on some customers. Marisol, heavy old Dominican, came up to me. All the other girls were busy with other guys so I bought her a drink. It was $12 for a girl. They raised the price.

What a waste. She wasn’t pretty. Very loud. And kept asking for more tips. She asked for another drink and I said no thanks. “But I’m thirsty!” She said. Bartender swooped in and I asked if I wanted to buy her another drink. I said no. I gave Marisol another buck and said bye.