Twin Peaks girls were hotter

Early afternoon. $7 cover. $6 required soft drink. 6 dancers.

We’d just jetted outta Wackos. The girls there were so pushy. Beyond desperate. They demanded tips just for sitting down and saying hi. Wtf.

At Sins we had: a curvy mature Cuban, 3 lanky young latinas, a black spinner, and that older white chick with a pancake butt. Even the bartender was skin & bones. Nope. Not enough thickness, so we pretty much headed right back out. (Though I highly considered that Cuban ass!)