To Live And Die In L.A.

Wilmington, CA. Friday super late as fuck, I was dead tired but the good thing about the LA clubs is there are plenty of afterhour options. Down here they filmed that William Friedkin movie To Live and Die in LA all down around these parts. Right by the port of Los Angeles/Long Beach. All industrial, nobody lives in this area. Check that, probably some homeless folks fair enough, yeah they really are fucking everywhere. Anyway a lot right across the street should be room. Walk up, guy comes out to pat you down. Up the ramp, to a booth and ring the bell, pay $20. Through the turnstile. Bathroom is right down the hall when you enter, on the left is the juice bar, and then look right that's the stage and then in the back is the VIP booths and dance area.

This place was PACKED to the gills. You had a whole bunch of dudes standing in the back by the VIP area and the entire bar filled. The couches along the back wall filled. Only seating, couple seats open right by the stage. I was on the bar side, and people kept fucking bumping in to me (now I know why people were not grabbing those seats) Eventually it started to clear out as it was getting later. Huge clusterfuck when I got there though, I hate all that SRO shit.

Dancers, all hispanic. Some cuban, some LA mexican american girls. I would rate the girls as mostly 5-8 range. Some plastic. Some natural. Mix of younger and veteran dancers. 20's-40's. Maybe 25 girls. Some of the cuban girls looked good.