I hadn't stopped thru in a couple of months but had met a old high school buddy at Chickie Pete's sports bar. They open at 3 on Sunday and I arrived around 330. There were 4 girls, 3 circulating - none impressive. There's no customer service skill whatsoever- if you can't convince a guy to part with $2 while being 90% nekkid, you have a problem and deserve to go home broke. Lourdes was there but I don't find her attractive, although she is a full service provider. We made small talk and she really tried to cajole me to the $20 room on the right near the front door but I was not feeling it. Might have been the bloat from the restaurant but I couldn't bring myself to indulging. I tipped her $5 for effort, knocked down a shott of jack & a Corona, and bounced around 5. Beware: this is the 2nd time somebody mentioned that the thick gap-toothed redbone that usually works nights keeps a prescription in her locker for hpv. I'll update with the name soon
