My scarlett letter to myself: "Never come back here. The end."

Portland, OR. Saturday night. Just came from Guilty Pleasures. Area seems ok, right on Division street. Plenty of parking in the lot. Walk in. Black guy in a ski mask pats you down, id check and in you go, no cover. Real small spot. Dead ahead is the bar. To your left is the bathroom. Right when you walk in, is the stage, one girl up at a time. Chairs that surround it. The dancers will come up and dance on you right there if your tipping. That's one way to get around the $40 dances. Those are in curtained booths next to the stage on the right side of the club. Customers looked like hispanic, black and white.

Dancers. Not a great lineup. Maybe more 3-6 range about. Black, hispanic and white. About 10 dancers. Some fake racks and asses but some natural. The hsiapnic girls were cuban I think. Looked like age wise 20's-40's.

One thing about this place, extras are possible, the girls that let me know that though, I just wasn't interested in partaking. Persoanlly I'd prefer a clean dance with a gorgeous if I'm spending that kind of money but that's me maybe that's not you. End of the day ,it's just another Portland dive, a dime a dozen you walk in, you don't see anything you like and you get the fuck out. And we did just that and I would head to SinRock which was a lot nicer joint than here.