Entered the club at 3:20pm with...

Entered the club at 3:20pm with a hundred and twenty-six dollars and left an hour later with dirty pants, a half ounce lighter, and a wallet emptier than the bartender's head. . Two laps with a legendary Gringo who's name rhymes with Spain were inconclusive. When (between dance one and two) I declined her specific services offered for an act at an inflated price, the second dance was uninspired-so if you've got it to burn and she's your thing fine-I found her a little mercenary and mechanical. Took a blonde 'zillian known for her expeditious handy work to finish my job. So it was 3 laps (last with a dime tip) and twenty six dolla-dollas bar-side (in your first twenty minutes there it's like being descended upon by a swarm of bees) to be put out of my misery. But anymore it seems you have to wade through (did I mention the 3 hour RT)so much misery in the first place to be put out of your misery...for me nothing beats the AMP's anymore.