Say Hello 2 Hell

Seattle, WA. Friday night. Heart of downtown, right across the way from Pike Place Market. Downtown has a lot of drug addicted, homeless headcases running around but 1st ave right here was packed with all kinds of folks. I parked right in an empty lot next door. Walk around, guy at the front pats down and up the stairs you go. Guy at the desk up front, gives you the run down, ID check and an absolutely brutal $35 cover. You might get somebody once with that, but who wants to come back and do that again? It's fucking stupid.

Walk in. Layout is bathroom is to your left. One main stage on the right here, one girl up at a time. Bar, at the back. Dance area back right. Dancers can set their own prices and it's kinds of crazy are $40 a song no touch. To get touch you have it sounded like the cheapest option was for $160 for a certain time block I can't remember something like that but that was the lowest price I heard to be able to merely touch. Customers in the club looked like random groups of lost folks from the street who wandered in.

Lineup was a big issue. About 15 girls. Some fat. Some bad boob, ass jobs. Age looked like it ran 20's-40's. High hustling place. White, black and latina. Maybe 3-7 range. It wasn't a top lineup and certainly not worth $35 to see. You might think a downtown club might be some of the better talent in Seattle it wasn't even that with the rip off prices.