Cubans don't mess around

Not too long ago I was in Tampa for a show at the Amalie Arena. After the show I figured I'd venture over to Ybor. I was shocked to find on a Friday night that Scarlett's was dead. Me and maybe 2-3 other people sitting around with little to no stage action at 12:30. A few girls came up to talk about dances.

The first few didn't interest me, but a Cuban caught my eye. As usual, the English was shaky, but I agreed to a private dance for $50. In the back, I was asked if I was a cop and if I liked doing the no pants dance. I answered correctly and was offered a rubber for an additional $100. I took her up on it and left happy, though this is a sad, sad club with no life.