Here we go again.

It's been a while since anyone described the layout of the club, which is housed in large purple building that is almost a perfect cube. It's located in a corner of a parking lot, at the corner of Passyunk and 61st. There are curb cuts on either street. Club parking is right out in the open. Forget being discreet. The entry, which faces the main street, is covered by shed. As you enter the club, to your left is a dais where sits the man who watches the door and counts the dances. On the left just past him is the entry to the common dance area: a pair of swinging doors like an old west saloon. Along that wall after there are the rest rooms and the entrance to the dressing room. At the far end is a DJ both. To the right as you enter are the private rooms. There are two. They open into the bar area. Straight ahead from the door opens the bar area, which opens further to the right after you pass the private rooms. The bar is a square with the stage in the middle. The stage has two poles.

The walls of the open lap room are surrounded by couches. The most useful ones seem to be the one on the same wall as the entry and the one in back corner (behind the mens rooms). The private rooms are square, with a couch on one wall and mirrors all around and on the ceiling. They are comparatively brightly lit, prehaps with a red light. The floor is bare. They can be chilly. The overall effect is as erotically charged as a Walmart fitting room (and if you find Walmart fitting rooms erotically charged, you are one sick puppy).

The talent is often attractive, although there are some who are less attractive. There is no particular correlation between looks and terpsichorean skills, either public or private.

My general take is that this place is all about the hustle. If you are up for being a human ATM machine, this is a good place for you.

On this occasion, it was my luck to encounter one Miami. A diminutive and attractive young woman, who made a persuasive barside pitch. Had I been thinking, I would have negotiated up front. But i wasn't. And off to a very expensive but full experience in the private room, before and after which I visited the mens room. The mens room is cleaner than a gas station toilet but dirtier than a hotel or restaurant. The toilet itself has a robust flush and can send a DNA sample and its latex container off to the sewage treatment plant.