Like the Club. Meh Experience with this one Girl.

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Thursday afternoon I am touring the clubs with my bro, JP-Minn. CC is a decent place to hang out. Walk in past the friendly staff. Decline the free shot of cheap tequila. Short bar to the right. Long bar to the left, both populated by putas. Four stages and a hot tub down the middle. VIP rooms in the back. Bano on the right side, about midway into the room. The booths on the right are elevated and comfortable. If I am not hanging by the stage evaluating the talent, I opt for a booth. Haven’t seen my favorite mesero, Franklin, in a while. There are some female meseros working. Hustle factor is lower than the other clubs.

A bit slow, but there are about 25 putas and maybe 10 mongers, so it was a target rich environment. The music was mostly hip hop and bordering on uncomfortably loud. We asked the DJ to turn it down a bit. We could tell that he changed it about 1db. The announcer came by and asked me what kind of music I liked. I told him classic rock and blues. I tipped him a few dollars.