Better Than My Last Visit

The last time I was here, not one single dancer came over to talk to me or try to sell me a dance. I was dressed okay. I'd showered. I was tipping the girls on stage. But I left with all the pictures of Benjamin Franklin I'd brought with me.

I was in the area and the nearby Deja Vu is said to be a lost cause so I gave the Rhino another chance. It's a nice, friendly room and they'd turned the lights up a little bit which made it and the girls look better. Whoever controls the stage lights gets too carried away with trying to make it look like a 70's movie with flashing lights. Let us see the girls, for Christ's sake!

A couple of ladies came by and I said "Not now" because I wasn't ready for a dance and I thought I could do better. That may have been a mistake because they all stopped coming around. Eventually, a blonde lady came by and flung herself on my lap. She was playing Dumb Blonde but I found her charming even though her fake boobs were all wrong for her slim frame. Her name was either Candy or Candie and I've usually had good luck with Candies.