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I stopped by Just Enuff on a Wednesday night about 10:30pm. I haven’t been to this club in at least 8 years, and my memories of this place were mediocre at best.

Anyway, after squeezing my car in between 2 pickup trucks at least 50 yards down the street, I paid $10 to get in by a guy who looks like he’s miserable at the door.

This is a very small club that looks like it’s a poorly renovated basement at an older home, plastered with mirrors everywhere.

There were at least 9 dancers there, 5 white, 2 black and 2 Latinas. None were better than a 7 in the face, and they were all very thin or overweight, in their 20s to mid 30s. I bought a beer at the bar, and I was immediately jumped on by the dollar parade.

I met and talked to 5 dancers, whom I tipped $2 apiece. None of them inspired me to do more than just tip.