Be Fucking Ready - literally.

After a few visits I've discovered that you shouldn't sit at the end of the bar if you aren't serious. On prior trips I liked that they was high mileage, but that was all. The last two times I've been there a dancer (a different one each time) has pulled me out of my shorts right there on the barstool, slid a condom on me, and slid me inside of her without even asking if that's what I want! Then when the deed is done after a few songs, asked for $60 - without ever asking if I wanted anything extra or mentioning a tip.

I'm still contemplating how I ended up in ancient Rome without planning to go there.