No need to go out of my way

Having made my third visit to OGD in three months, I have come to an important conclusion: No need to go out of my way to go there again.

I know what good is. I've been to plenty of shiny clubs where the gowns and the girls dazzle. I love it. I've spent even more time and money on the other side, the shabby places where the outfits can't obsure the dirty, despairing truth about the girls. Guys too.

Glory Days is one of the shabby ones. Bottom tier in every aesthetic category, the only reason to go there is cheap beer and a cheap feel. Just $3 for the beer. A barside dance is just $5. In theory, the girls will offer more if you offer more. In fact, I saw none of that, though I tried. Oh, I tried.