What Is Happening With this Place

I arrived about 4:30 on a Saturday. Metal detector was off and unmanned. Walked in. DJ both is dead ahead. The inside of the bar is divided into two large areas. To the left of the entry, there is a lounge like area with stage and pole, then there is a main bar around a stage. Finally, there is an outside area (behind fencing) that was empty.

It was dead. Maybe 5 customers, a DJ, a bar tender and it seemed about 2 dancers, though no one was on stage. Phillies were on the TV getting shellacked by the White Sox. There was a dancer or two in the lounge area who seemed to be practicing. I sat down, got a beer from a not-unattractive older bartender. There was another dude next to me and beyond him another guy who had a red haired dancer hanging on him chatting. I sip my beer. I watch Andrew Painter disappoint, again. Could the Phils do their magic and get that kid pitching well, again.

Eventually, a young lady walks over. Skinny. Latina. Pretty good looking but wearing a lacy sort of one-piece bathing suit type thing. After about 20 seconds of talking, it was very clear she was completely new. I tipped her a couple bucks. She went back to the lounge area talking with some dude who seemed to be her boyfriend, who then got her up on that pole dancing with more enthusiasm that her bar side hustle.