Francesca, the dancer with 2 tongues

Stopped into Seville around 9:30 on Saturday after a 3-month hiatus. There's something about the chill of Minnesota winter nights that keeps my mongering to day shifts and Sevill is only open nights.

I was hoping to see Anastasia, a leggy, funny blonde who made my last view visits very pleasurable. But she did not seem to be in the house for the couple hours I was there.

There was a nice line-up of dancers who seemed more intent on sitting on the laps of the frat boys filling the place after a T-Wolves game than in doing dances. But the stage shows were good with a variety of body types and dancing styles.