The strip club is good, that U2 song though holy shit is that fucking annoying

Providence, RI. Thursday like around 5ish. Big time traffic on Allens avenue. Already pretty much dark at this time. Parking lot looked pretty much almost filled up. Not a lot of strip clubs out there can say that at only 5 pm. (Unless you got good for nothing a mini lot) I just parked on Globe street I don't know even know if your allowed to do that but other people were. Walk in. Guy down the hall hollers down to empty pockets and clear the mag. I took it a step farther, as YMCA was going over the loudspeaker, I got some other patrons to go along with it decided to disrobe, taking of my shirt, strutting back and forth, doing the YMCA with a lotta sass, we were all getting real gay with it. I usually enter each strip club trying to answer the question in my head "How can I out sexy the dancers here?" The guy down the hall hollers down to knock it off and we did. But up until then it was some of the faggiest shit you've ever seen. What is the hallway for? What do you think I'm gonna actually walk all normal, uneventful like down it? No, hell no. Not a chance. Anyway doorman waves me on, no cover.

I walk in and there standing was busty brunette princess. Dreamweaver by Gary Wright started playing. A bunch of birds started flying around her with a huge windgusts to blow her hair. Then a beam of light shined down from the heavens like a spotlight down on her and a bunch of angels starting going AHHHHHHH!!!!! I was stunned in a state of shock and awe. The bartender was like "Uh WTF is going on?!?!?" This girl I was staring at was none other than @queencarmen. I went over to say hello and we went out to the patio to kick it together.

Her friend Tony (Toni, Tone has done it again, it's feels good) came over, black girl with big boobs telling me about her love of Mr. Clean. She's not the first one to tell me that btw. Anyway me and Carmen were talking, total GND girl, great personality, real fun to hang with, busty, beautiful, brunette girl, forget it, right up my alley. Say less. I took her for dances in VIP. It was $50 to the guy at the podium and then off to a room for 15 minutes.