Diseased Pussy, Counterfeit bills

I went here back in fall 2017. I was here for a very short amount of time, for reasons you will see.

I walked in, the place was an open plan, with tables in the center, a stage on the far side, and a bar to the right. It was dark, and lit with blacklight. There were only a few patrons, and all of them were obese old loners. I exchanged my twenty for a stack of singles at the bar, and half the bills he handed back to me were fake. I sat by the stage and put a tip down anyway. The dancer was skinny, white, and middle-aged at least. She wasn't putting much effort into her performance, but she really didn't look like she was in good enough shape to put any effort into a dance even if she wanted to. Her skin hung from her, not so much flab as just, flaps. She eventually got around to taking her underwear off and spreading her legs, and that's when I saw this huge dark patch on her leg, stretching from all around her crotch to almost her knee. It looked kind of like a bruise or a rash, it was dark purplish, and I couldn't make out many details before I realized I wasn't enjoying looking at her body nearly as much as I was seeing if I could diagnose it. That's when I stood up and walked out.

This place was gross. It felt like a place where herpes and chlamydia could float freely through the air. I think private dances were $25, but I'm sure the medical bills afterwards would be more.