I went down to SD to see some family for a few days. Knowing I had a day to myself, I knew what I had to do. I drove to the new border crossing, parked and we walked across. The cabs were waiting and the drivers knew where we wanted to go.
After a brief pat down, we were greeted by eager male servers and sat at a table. Beers started flowing, cigarettes were smoked and all of the senses were put on high alert!
I believe every dancer here is 18-24 years old. They probably don’t let 25+ work there and send them to one of the clubs down the street. I told the server the type I was looking for and to my delight had brought me back a nice little spinner. Did same Spanglish back and forth with mutual fondling until I decided to take it upstairs where I wasn’t disappointed.
