We ain't in Tampa anymore!

It's a little hard to find. Not being from town but I ended up turning around and then seeing the only sign from the other direction.

Small parking lot for a small place. It is pretty run down by strip club standards. From the parking lot you take a step down to the beat up door. When you walk in, the can is to the right. It's a long closest kind of room with the toilet at the far end. It smelled like old warm piss. I tried not to touch anything.

Past the can is the main room and bar. There is no stage. Drinks where cheap though and that was pleasant. The bar has maybe 6 chairs. There are a few tables with chairs also. There is a pool table at the far end towards the delivery entrance.

Seems as the dancers or beertender feeds the juke box money to play music. There is no dj but there is no dancing so I guess it makes sense.

There was a dancer who must have been drunk or something. She kept coming by to ask me for a dance. I tried to be polite and declined. She had big bolt ons that I am not a fan of. Here name was Hannah. it seems the dancers make up their own prices. You can get dances on the floor in the open, in a little booth off the main floor that has a see through curtain on it and in a room that looks like it used to be the kitchen. There is no cooked food there (and that's good!)