Saved From the Hyena!

After my recent disastrous foray into the Men’s Club, I am pleased to report that I managed to regain my insanity and had another joyous and memorable encounter of the sticky kind. This time the venue was Centerfolds.

Centerfolds is a grubby place. Make no mistake about that. The place reeks of stale, spilled beer, discarded condoms and bodily fluids. Damn near everything is sticky. The drinks are of low quality and a fair proportion of the women are more suitable for appearances in National Geographic specials on PBS than they are for appearances on a strip club stage.

But if you are patient and wait until mid- to late-afternoon, the younger talent eventually rolls in. Some of them are exquisite. Best of all, the “ladies” at Centerfolds rarely fail to deliver. I am not going to say that each and every one of them is a hard core DSP (desploogination service professional). There might be one or two who aren’t, but I don’t recall meeting them.