Chicas - Only if you like budget Cubanas and then still maybe not

TLDR: So so Latin club, so so Cuban girls, cheap floor dances and reasonable but uncomfortable private area.

I am a fan of Cuban girls, so with a name like "Chicas" I had to give it a chance. Upon entering the door man holds my ID up to a camera. Right. I pay the $10 dollar cover and take a seat in one of the many black metal office chairs surrounding the only stage in the center of the medium sized room. Latin music blares over the speakers so loudly that I am certain I'll leave with tinnitus if I stay too long. About 20 girls are working, all of them Cuban, and a few approach me, but none are what I am looking for. After about 20 minutes and beginning to fear for my hearing I approach one of the 2 better-looking girls (a solid 7 if I had to say). Adjacent the stage is a half dozen booths for "$10 dances" as marked by a number of paper printed signs taped above each one for the patron's convenience. She speaks just enough English to quote me at $20 a song so I decide to skip the floor area and go straight to the $25 per song private room where I am told by the bouncer it's a 3-song minimum with a onetime $25 room fee. I pay the entry fee and my 7 leads me through a door to a closet just big enough to cram 4 booths, a mirror, and a blaring fan. The room is somehow more uncomfortably hot than you'd think for a closet in the desert as 2 girls and their clients are finishing up. If this was a busy night with all booths occupied, I could only imagine the smell. The dancing begins but I am so uncomfortable that halfway through the second song I give up resolved to just eat the cost of the third song and pay to leave. I stand her up and upon receiving the money she starts shouting and stomping her feet insisting that the minimum is actually 4 songs. Having an attraction for Cuban women is a blessing AND a curse. I tell her to take it up with the bouncer and walk out with a last-minute sense of satisfaction as she chews him out in Spanish.