It Wasn’t Supposed to Happen

I actually went there for the food. OK and to perv on young girls who dance with girl parts exposed. The original plan was to have something to eat and save my bank for Fantasy Girls, as the girls there tend to be a notch above.

Arrived about 5:00 on a Saturday afternoon. There were a fair number of cars in the parking lot, so I thought that was a good sign. (Parking is free.) The entire staff must be parking there, because there were not that many PLs in the club. It is by the railroad tracks, and while I have seen a few people of questionable motives in the area, I have rarely had any issues.

The few times I have been confronted was typically by some slob who had consumed too much rubbing alcohol and took it upon himself to tell me how unsafe it was for me to be there. However, he was OK being there, because he was such a bad ass. Thanks for the advice dude. Don’t trip on that pebble in front of you. On another occasion I was crossing the street when a local told me that it was very dangerous to do so and my chances of being hit and killed was about 90 percent. There wasn’t a moving vehicle in sight. Might be those ghost trucks that were killing his friends or I have been very lucky over the past seven years.