Her WHAT smells like Panda Express?!

10PM. Tiny South Carolina club just a bridge away from Georgia. BYOB. Cooler check. Wanded. $25 entry.

Barely any PLs. Around 15 dancers. Twenties to thirties. Mostly tattooed white girls with glasses & bangs. Spinners to thickness. Enhanced Brazilians & Cubans. And a couple of tall stacked black chicks.

Grabbed a seat between the deep kidney pool shaped main stage & the small rectangular side stage. That 2nd one was barely in use until it picked up later. I was immediately accosted by a Brazilian with bolt ons, a slim thick dirty blonde, and a BBL Asian. They were hard selling me a $200-$300 VIP room like I hadn’t just cracked open my first beer. The Brazilian had a bold strategy. She rubbed the Asian chick’s cooch then placed that hand on my nose and said “mmm…. smells like Panda Express!” I had to fucking laugh. But I still sent those hustlers on their way.