Piss poor, but at least they didn’t scan my ID

Early Wednesday afternoon. At first, one bouncer located at the front door. Waved me in. No ID scan, not even a check. That’s a nice change from my last couple visits.

The club is super decked out in Christmas decorations. Looked nice. And, the chair felt more comfortable than I remembered. Did they get new furniture ?

So far, so good. Now the bad news. There were roughly 12 dancers working. Ten of them were Spanish speaking and 30 to 70 pounds overweight. And, by Spanish speaking, at least one of them literally didn’t seem to know a word of English. Others had a thick, thick accent. They gathered together staring at their phones and gossiping. Cuban ? Maybe. I didn’t bother asking.