No Church In The Wild

2025 had been a strikeout summer for me at Emps thus far. Some afternoons with almost 20 dancers but more of only around 6 or so. Influxes of new young Cubans who’d quickly disappear leaving a lot of the same girls who’ve been here since the beginning of the pandemic.

My previous visit, I’d asked a perfect redhead pawg if she was fun in VIP and she got visibly offended. My bad, haha. But after running into her on and off since 2022… crucial questions needed to be answered. Lmao. No regrets. The time before that another familiar face, a curvaceous milf, smiled but gave me the cold shoulder. Last I’d seen her she showed me some Scenes From An Italian Restaurant then texted me when I got back home. I didn’t ever respond because she wanted to go out on a dinner date while I wanted to keep it strictly ITC. She’d since relocated to the Miami area and I never thought I’d see her again. Fast forward a couple years to now and… there she was. Kind of what keeps me coming back to this place. You never know who you’re going to run into. She was a guaranteed good time. I knew her by her real name. So I could understand why she chose to ignore me that afternoon… damn.