Quiet Desperation

I hate to speak ill of the dead, but Baby Dolls was certainly dead the night I was there, and I suspect they have been for awhile.

The owner was nice. The girls, all two of them, were pleasant enough. One of them said that she was quitting to go work at some sort of meat packing plant, I think. She seemed excited to be going there instead of working as a dancer.

I would like to be able to say something nice, because I think they are nice people, but it was not money well spent. The lap dances were lifeless, routine and uninspired. They were very much by the book, and I was glad when they were over. They were uncomfortable. They were sort of like getting a lap dance from your sister.