Really aggressive time in the back

After finding the door locked at 12:30 at the place down the street that opens at noon, I drove down to Centerfolds. Once my eyes adjusted upon entry, a relatively busy strip joint became apparent to my eyes as I adapted to a very dark environment.

There were five strippers (perhaps a sixth who was more interested in putting her hoodie on to go outside, return, take the hoodie off, and then immediately repeat that entire process over and over and over). There was a cute brunette bartender who was friendly when you were able to get her attention. And some big guy who seemed to oversee the establishment, providing security and acting as a dj.

There were a half-dozen sixty year old fellows, who clearly spent a fair amount of time in this bar. None of them were approaching the stage, that was diligently attended to by a dancer at any given moment. They all milled around at various tables surrounding the stage, but five feet away from the action. Seemingly this seating arrangement allows you to nurse a beverage and avoid tipping. Each had a favorite dancer, who knew him and he knew her. And they would eventually sit together in a dark corner seat playing footsie.