Stretch marks and cold sores

Went here early evening and got accosted by a guy in a red car who sped up behind me “$10 for parking, Sir” It’s not even clear who the fuck he is - like, wait, you work here?

I pay and then get inside to the front desk where I pay $7 for a wristband.

Once I get inside there’s a few chicks dancing on guys, but most just walking back and forth to the dressing room. Every single dancer had significant cottage cheese on their thighs and huge asses. I usually love thick girls but between the extra love in all the wrong places, series of cold sores and really skanky atmosphere, I was not getting hard in this place.