Love Me Some Latinas

It's a DIVE BAR. Located close to an industrial area in a town of 300 people, boasting that they are now home to a billion gallon wastewater reservoir. This ain't paradise and they make no pretense about it. Reasonably priced beers and mixed drinks in a bar reminding you of a Man Cave in the Wisconsin North Woods. TVs showing sports, a juke box requiring the dancers or custys to select from album anthems, R & B, Gangsta Rap, Banda to Frank Sinatra.

They ask for a $10 cover on Friday and Saturday nights, they will pat you down, Wand you and ask to take a pic of your I.D. in effort to reduce the riff-raff that fin ds these places attractive. The customer mix ranges from Latino Landscape crews, factory workers, to retired crudmudgeons like myself. For $10 a song you can get a dance or massage at your seat at the bar, or go back to the darkened (beer sign lighted) VIP to sit on a bar stool and dry hump and caress a bikini or lingerie-clad dancer, who may treat you to an occasional flash of her boobs. They are wearing pantyhose, GottDammitt !! There is NO sex in the VIP, repeating, No, Nada, NONE. Why Go ?

The coolest bartenders, security staff, and waitresses you will ever find in a dive bar like this. There are video slots (not video sluts) and the widest arrangement of barflys and regular Joes to shoot da shyt and get Latinas to give me back rubs and dry hump lap dances. I feel safe. I talk way more shyt than I should and my dollar goes a long way. Yeah, they could have "better THIS or THAT" but I wouldn't wanna be there.