A weird COVID strip club visit

I stopped by bada bing at a strange time. It was March, on a Sunday evening around 6. I was not expecting a hopping club, but I called, and they said they had girls there.

The streets were dead when I showed up. I cannot speak to the safety of the area. It was a dead evening, and not a soul around to inform me about the neighborhood. Inside wasn’t any livelier.

The house lights were up. There wasn’t any music playing. There was one girl working behind the bar— she wasn’t a dancer, as far as I can tell, but she was cute. She said she had one girl there for dances, if I wanted a private dance.