A Sad Little Strip Club that Couldn't

Instagram for the club had a "show this pic, get in free" deal going, so I swung by at 7, knowing that most of the clubs I had in mind wouldn't be getting going for a couple of hours. Bar by the entrance, booths surrounding a two pole stage for those that want to get close. No one was wearing their mask the entire time I was there besides me. It felt awkward, but I also wouldn't engage in extras without protection, soooo.

There's a sign for billiards just past the main stage, and the gauzy-curtained grind rooms that I am seeing everywhere are here as well. VIP spaces with more privacy were clearly visible nearby, and three different voices were having a very good time during the dances received. Every time a perv shoots his load, a stripper gets her wings.

Thicc Latina with baby-bolt-ons was the only talent to approach me. The rest seemed caught up hanging out with the security guards, or enjoying the fun times in the far back. More talent was starting to come in, but mostly 30-something latinas with more plastic than a lambo, so I decided to bounce.

Free entry was cool, but the dancers need to work on personality or advertising. This place felt ashamed of itself.