Hopping on a Monday Night

After an hour at a very slow Atlantis, I cruise up the road to Club 390. Lady on the phone said there were 15 girls working, and not sure there were that many, but truly a surprising number of dancers and patrons. And there were a few really cute girls. I tried to sit back and chill, but got approached pretty quickly by a few ladies, including one who was above average, young, drunk and totally shaved. After trying to slow play it, I spent more money than planned. But the girl was fun and not yet jaded by the industry. I’m already planning my next trip back here, which is unexpected, given how far this place has slipped in recent years. For those who care, the dancers were very overt about extras being available... for the right price.