Forgive me, father. It has been years since my last review. Covid got in the way.
I wish I could remember all the names of the dancers I saw, but the tattoos always help me with memory. There is one named Peaches, who has the namesake tattooed on her butt. She’s a fit 20-something delight to look at.
Like all mornings, this was hit or miss. But I had a good time all the same.
I remember when this club used to give a hand stamp so you could get into their other properties on the same day. It’s too bad that has been discontinued. I missed that opportunity to escape the cover charge multiple times.
