Vultures Fly South

I don’t generally write reviews after EVERY sc visit. Some visits are so uneventful or just don’t offer anything different to share about a particular place. The reason I wrote this review is to provide a totally different experience I had at a familiar place with a certain reputation.

Kittens = Vulture City. Read 3-5 reviews / comments on here if you’re unfamiliar with the reputation. You literally don’t get to make it in the front door good before you get harassed. These will be surgically enhanced Instagram model type chicks. They’ll promise you the world, compliment you on how good you look, smell, dress, etc. Other than those, many of the other girls come to your table with the usual bland hustle - “1st time here - what’s your name? - are you from around here? - wanna go have some fun?” It’s like a script they have to memorize during orientation. And this happens back to back to back at times: undoubtedly leading to frustration and agitation.

Enter - Sunday 4/10 late morning early afternoon. Surprising twist: No vultures! Nobody accosted me at the door at all. I had to wait for a couple minutes for anyone to even come take the cover charge and let me in. Maybe 8-10 cars in the parking lot. Cute chick with cut off shorts came and took my eleven dollars for entry. I walk into a very dark club, but by now I’ve learned how to navigate around. I pick a usual seat at one of the several round tables scattered about in the main dance area. Two stages, but only one in use since there are so few girls there. A few girls kinda just sitting alone in their own worlds on their phone or just gazing at the ceiling. A few I remember: