I Accidentally Visited a Gang Hideout With a Pole

This was my final stop on my accidental horror movie tour of Oregon strip clubs and THANK GOD. I don’t think my soul could’ve handled one more Oregonian “gentlemen’s” club establishment.

This place was somewhere between Salem and Portland but spiritually it was between a meth lab and a haunted petting zoo. It looked like a shack or like a bad acid trip someone built with spare lumber and regret. It looks like a barn in the middle of nowhere. Someone’s HOUSE is like 20 feet away. Imagine trying to raise children while this place is blasting Bad Bunny and diabetes.

No cover which is fitting because there’s nothing here worth charging for.