Julius Caesar Couldn’t Have Said It Better!

I have reviewed St. James (AKA “the Church”) so many times, it seems rather absurd to go through the details yet again, but here we go (just to keep those mongers out there who are so forking fastidious about details that you can’t help but wonder whether they were toilet-trained at gunpoint).

The St. James offers the best eye candy in Houston. The little semi-private cubicles where the lap dances take place offer enough darkness and sufficient privacy for you to enjoy a mutual grope session and some good old-fashioned grinding sufficient to get your emission accomplished. Things get even darker, hotter and far more conducive to misbehavior in the cubicles in either of the two VIP sections.

The girls come in a variety of sizes, shapes and flavors including tall, short, skinny, fat, white, black, brown, yellow and various delicious shades in between, locals and exotic imported women and, just in case you’re in that kind of mood, a few redneck girls who couldn’t scratch their names in the dirt with a stick and who smell like they forgot to scrape the bullshit off their boots before they entered the club.