Yucky Adventures

Parked in lot next to Church's Chicken. Front of building hasn't seen paint/care in years. Insides: long bar to right with seating that looks like it was rescued from a thrift store dumpster. Bartender seemed bothered to have to open a bottle of beer even when tipped. Sorry for doing what people in bars traditionally do. Three dancers were working: Ivy, Jamie and thirty-something blonde (best of the 3). She danced barside and immediately tried to get me into the VIP (curtained area set aside front entrance). I tipped her well but wanted to have a couple beers before trying the menu. She upped the pressure to the point of it becoming overbearing. I guess the thought of a guy with a wallet full of cash not immediately committed to them is heresy. I excused myself to the restroom (smelly malfunctioning urinal next to a tiny sink) to escape her. Next up was Ivy who lost any remaining shelf life about a decade ago. Endured a couple mechanical dances from her before escaping this hole.