I'll be going up. And she'll be ...

I'd been having good luck at the Raven in recent months. So it goes without saying my luck has changed.

Last few visits have been marked by unremarkable girls - or at least un-attentive girls. Worst of all, tits stayed under cover. Policy? Or just more bad luck?

This night was Karla and her friend Pamela plus Ashley, Cleo and Diamond. Karla looked nice, though she's just not my style. Thick. Not for me, though she has a pretty face and seems nice enough. Ashley has a pretty face but she's the opposite of thick. I'd give her more money if I could be sure she'd consume more calories. Cleo was likely the oldest of the bunch. Pretty. Again, not for me. Diamond is a fixture. She's not for anybody because she's behaving like a nun lately, working only for whatever the tip parade might yield. Alright, a foul-mouthed nun in lingerie. Alright, not a nun. Ironically, hers were the only nipples I saw in more than hour. That was only because her flimsy top surrendered to physics at one point.