Okay. Wait. Did I really take the time to go into this place? Wow. I guess I did.
I left Atlantis because none of the dancers seemed too eager to please and ended up at Baby Dolls. You might have seen the place sitting across from OZ and wondered about it like I have. Surely it would be Hole-in-the-wall enough to scratch an itch. It might be, but not for me. The one dancer I talked to was so drunk that she barely managed to introduce herself and I was sorry that she did that much. The only good thing about the place was an incredible bartender that looks enough like Miley Cyrus and has enough energy to make a man drool. For her I drank two beers. After that, I ran like hell.
