Grungy, no extras

This is the only SF club I’ve been to, but compared to other cities it makes me feel how the tenderloin makes me feel. Afraid to touch anything, and avoid eye contact unless you want someone to take all your money.

The 6-7 dancers each made passes trying to get me to buy a VIP dance. The 8-9 dancers didn’t seem to care enough to ask. Manager/owner dude would occasionally peek out from the back, but go back to his harem. Paid way too much for a shitty lap dance.