Got myself into this place a...

Got myself into this place a few more times since my latest review. Still the same story. The cubicles are definitely high-mileage, and with the right girl you can get whatever you want, although some women here are less than "ideal" by my tastes. I am a caucasian, and therefore I stick out like a sore ... weenie? ... thumb in this place. But I have not yet had any trouble from staff, dancers, or customers. If anything, I think the dancers "assume" that I know what the score is because I am a white guy; and therefore it's mildly annoying to have to fend off so many of them, because they all believe that I'm Daddy Moneybucks ripe for a-pillaging. I have gotten a bit too drunk a few times I've gone here, and I should foreswear that. The entry cost was $20 the last time I went -- "Well don't show up after goddammed midnight and stinkin' drunk next time" said the doorman, and I have to admit he had a point. He said it nice and funny, not nasty at all. We shared a laugh at my expense. It's that kind of place, everyone sure it's funny as hell just how ridiculous this human sexuality thing it. Nice attitude, one of the few things that saves New Orleans' more down-trodden communities from utter despair, the "joie de vivre" they can muster in the damnedest locales.