Paid for entry with a hundred dollar bill, after getting change as if I had used a twenty I had to ask for missing 80. Looked around for pretty maidens but only saw refugees from bus stops. I presumed the pretty ones were giving private dances so I hung out expecting they would emerge. The dancers started their stage shows. It made things worse. No pretty girls ever showed themselves annd came to realize none were there. By the third dancer I began wishing I was blind. So I left. Like the effects of salt peter, I had no urges anymore.
