Simple pleasures, but don’t breathe too deeply

Cheetah in WPB is well-lighted outside with an honest-to-goodness lawn as you pull in front in your Uber. It was around 10 pm on a Wednesday night and the cover was $5. Walking in, it feels strangely Baltimorean, with a stage located in the middle of the bar area on the left, requiring a good hard throw to make it rain on stage (or an assist from the bartender). There is also a large stage on the right. 2 ATMs are lined up next to the entrance, which you’ll likely need if you find unexpected simulated romance.

The cigarette smoke is even more pervasive here than other clubs I’ve been in FL. It is a shock and throwback to go into a club and see the customers and girls smoking as they do.

Already there were 30+ girls, most perched around the bar or at tables, a few with customers. A few were picking away at cell phones but most of the girls boasted a cross between a bored pout and Resting Bitch Face. My initial impression - lots of 5s and 6s, a few 7+’s scattered about. Mix of Caucasian, AA and Cubana.