Got Lazy, Met a ROB

I arrived to Cheetah around 10 pm on a Wednesday. Plenty of free parking. Light pat down at the door. No ID check. $20 cover, which was kind of steep considering the lack of quality talent that night.

As soon as I entered the club I was accosted by a group of aggressive Latina women who were hanging around the south end of the west bar waiting for the door to open and a potential customer to walk in. Unfortunately, none of them were my type, so I took a sharp right and headed up the ramp, behind the DJ booth, and over to the less populated east bar.

From this vantage point I ordered a $5.50 beer any took in the scene. It was not good. There were 3 girls dancing in a 3 song rotation, one on each bar stage, and one on the main stage. Sadly none of the girls had any business taking off their clothes in public. Yes, I feel really judgy being a middle-aged guy with a dad bod complaining about flabby strippers, but these girls were just not up to south Florida strip club standards.