Don't ride this pony!

Arrived just after midnight on a Thursday, decent number of cars in the lot but I think many were there for the food truck or the skeevy looking adult bookstore that is on the other side of the building. There's a light pat down upon entry, and then the doorgirl charged me $15 cover, which was $15 too expensive.

Once you walk through the entrance, there's an awkwardly placed largish stage with pole to the right with small tables/high tops with chairs scattered throughout. I saw one girl in total do a half assed stage routine in the 25 minutes I was there. Straight ahead is the "bar", with private rooms to the left. I made my way over and sat close-ish to the "bar", and was immediately informed by the "bartender" (who was the hottest girl in the building by far) that there was a 1 drink minimum, so I bought a $5 water. Already $20 more than this place deserved from me.

As for the "talent", it was fairly lacking. There were about 6-7 total girls strewn throughout the floor, most congregated in a couple latina groups. One was about a 7 while the rest just didn't come close to the level of what I'm willing to spend money on. They come at you aggressively, with very little English asking for "dance, we dance?" and "VIP Papi!". One of the fuglier ones (busted face, overweight) came over and immediately stuck her hand down my pants, then got mad that I wasn't hard (I sure was when I pulled in!).