Tattooed White Girls Galore

After a horrendous experience at Scarlett’s, I took a chance on Deja Vu. Only 3 miles away. In an industrial part of town surrounded mostly by trucking supply warehouses.

I stepped out of my Uber. A couple of dancers waved me over. They were on the covered patio of Hammered Harry’s next door. “Come get a drink with us, baby!” This already felt more casual & welcoming than the utter desperation that had been Ybor Strip.

I sat down at a picnic table with a short curvy white milf and a Puerto Rican with a nice rack. They were “VIP only” dancers. Shot the shit with them a while in the cool Tampa breeze. One was a former a Chili’s server. The other enjoyed a few cheap $6 whiskeys with me. A bouncer came by and joked around about the time a stripper’s buttplug fell out right on stage. That’s when I knew I was in the right place.