Like a flight to Latin America

I visited PM on a Sunday Night around 10pm. It was not hard to get to from the highway, to describe the area its industrial with a mix of residential. All street parking. There are seemed sketchy but there was another bas across the street that was open and playing music, it calmed my nerves. Plenty of other cars on the street so I didn’t think I would experience a car burglary.

I read a few reviews, so I emptied my pockets in the car and brought cash and my ID. Walked in and paid the bouncer $10 entry fee. There is a metal detector and a pat down to got through. To make things easy I wanted to go in their light. There is a small set of steps off to the right which leads to un upstairs section where the only stage is. You can look up from the bar on the lower level and see the stage.

This place blew my expectations, it reminded me of Sosua DR or Tijuana Mexico how the girls were wall to wall hustling. I would say there were about 15-20 girls working. All Hispanic or South American. I don’t comment on girls looks but you should be able to find what you need in this club. I saw the fake butts, the Kim K body starter packs and the old MILFs trying to make a buck. It was a good mix. I was immediately approached but a thick Dominican about 5’7, long black hair with a manufactured body. She asked me if I wanted a dance but I didn’t know where the dances would be. She explained to me that we would go to the private back room and whatever I wanted to do in there could happen. We agreed to $80 FS (I know it can be less, but didn’t see consistent pricing in other reviews). She grabbed my hand and walked me to the line for the back room. To be honest the setup was weird because there were 13 patrons waiting in line, I could see the girls giving their customer a warm up dance, grinding on their laps, playing with joysticks. Once a few minutes passed my girl started to warm me up as the line moved. Most of these women spoke Spanish so I took out my phone to make sure that I was getting the service I wanted. She said “yes papi freaky freaky”, music to my ears. I think this is where all the NYC Latin imports come to work.