One for Me and Six for My Bro

Warning: Adult content. You must be mentally and emotionally older than DS to read this review. Reader discretion is advised.

Not much has changed physically. Main stage in the middle. Secondary stage (unused) in the right rear. Bar to the right. Bar to the left. A mass of putas standing and sitting between the two. Unisex bathroom in the left rear. (The bathroom is identified as being for Hombres, but the girls are not shy about going in there to buy snacks, gum, cigarettes or condoms.) There is a bathroom troll, but there is always a bathroom troll who hands you a limited supply of paper towel, as if you are too wasted to operate the dispenser. That is, when he is not on his phone. He expects a tip. He literally has a shit job, so I usually drop $10mx (50 cents US) in his tray. Viagra and similar medications are available from him at unreasonable prices.

It was a full house of guys and “dancers” Thursday night about 9:30, so I couldn’t begin to give you a count, but there was still room to sit without much searching. To my shock and surprise (not), most of the women were Mexican and there were plenty of them. A few times that I have been there, the women seemed to have a 160-pound minimum weight limit. This time there were many lean and attractive girls. There were also girls with over-the-top (what I call “cartoon-level”) implants. At least I hope that they are implants, because I wouldn’t think it natural that a butt that big could be on a woman that small. Fun to look at, but I don’t want it landing on my lap.