Not what I remember

Flew into Cinci and decided to stop by an old haunt. I don't make it to Cinci that often anymore and I haven't been to this club in probably 20 years. I remember it being a nice place to grab a beer and see some natural beauties. The club is the same as I remember, one main stage and a second stage which I don't remember ever being used. Walked in, paid the cover and made my way to the bar where I grabbed a Bud Light. The bartender was nice and made good conversation. The girls in the club left a little to be desired though as it felt like one big conversation with the girls talking across the room at each other.

There was one attractive dancer stuck on an older gentleman at the bar telling him about some Russian who keeps coming in but won't pay her anything more than a dollar. The dancer on stage was entertaining two guys in golf clothes but they weren't tipping too much do not sure how good the entertainment was. Out of the back came a beauty which I initially was going to approach when I realized she was using a red bull can as a spit can. At this point, I took one more look around realizing this is the last time I would come into this club, drank about half my beer, hit the head and decided it was time to go. Not my cup of tea anymore as I really enjoy just watching and tipping, but didn't feel it here at all.