Lots of trash

I arrived at Cheetah's in the early evening. It was easy to find. You drive down a narrow driveway into a rear parking lot. It looked nearly full, I was not sure I would find a place to park. It's West Palm Beach, so there were plenty of old men walking in and out wearing white New Balance sneaker with mid-calf white socks (it was funny that they all sported the same look). Cover charge was only $1.

Walking in, it looked packed. Directly ahead of the door is a large square bar with a stage in the center behind it. The girl dancing was completely nude and pretty attractive, one of the most attractive I would see that evening. Around a 90-degree corner from the door and past the bar was a main stage with seating on three sides, single pole. To the right of that was a second bar area, but it looked like only dancers were sitting in there. There are table with two stools each arranged around the walls. The bathrooms are in the back past that. Only one urinal, two toilet stalls, and a troll.

There were four girls tending bar, which made it kind of chaotic. They also had waitresses standing around not doing much. I waited a little too long for my beer and paid too much ($4.50). I could not count all the girls and all the customers, but as I wrote earlier it was packed. At best I would guess 1 dancer for every five customers. The dancers also congregated around each other and certain individual customers. Also most of the dancers were unattractive. On the whole, I saw three girls that I would have gotten dances from; but none of them were mind-blowingly attractive. Most of the girls also had the bitchiest attitudes, but implants, and BO. I guess daily showers with soap are not a thing in West Palm Beach.