The club felt seedy. Mainly because of the girls. A small handfull were hot, though I didn't meet one that was both hot and nice to talk to. One of the dancers had the kind of dead eyes you only get from drugs. Two others made fun of my glasses, which has never happened to me before; then offered cocaine. I have a fairly prestigious job, and mentioning that usually works well. Not here though. It might be a nice club for some people, but not for me.
