Cold drinks, warm staff, affordable dances. Who cares if it's a little faded around the edges?

Stopped in after a show to see what was what, having read the history of the venue and being curious what such a venerable old haunt would look like inside. The answer: A vintage temple to smut that probably hasn't been updated in decades.

And that's okay. Who cares if the place is a little rough around the edges if the drinks are cold, the bodies are hot, and the dances are cheap?

I enjoyed the company of a couple ladies that night. First was Amanda, a brunette with perky tits and the most incredibly squeezable ass you've ever felt (not big, but well defined and supple). She found me looking like a lost puppy and offered me six for $60, which was the going rate, but sold it as an incredible deal. First time at this club, I figured I'd reward her welcome.