On a trip through Pensacola I...

On a trip through Pensacola I found myself without map or compass or (gasp!) internet access, but free time to spare. So I drove the town attempting to figure out the redlight and adult districts (hints: railway station; just outside city limits; near military base; near warehouse district; etc.) and finally stumbled on the nexus of I-110 and some exit er other where Arety's, Babe's, and Teezers are all within 300 yards of one another. Arety's was an OK place -- very smoky, crowded interior, the whole clientele were young military-aged guys (gee what a surprise! in Pensacola? no WAY!?). I was very much impressed with the looks of the dancing staff -- some a bit too skinny, but all very attractive and young, with a lot of naturally medium "plump" or "ripe" looking breasts, and tending toward the hard-bodied. I liked them a lot. There are a few stages, and the game seems to be to do visual dancing alone. The bouncer at the door quoted this preposterous maxim as I arrived: "Just like all the rest of the state, there is no contact here." Hunh? Ever been to Tampa or Miami, dude? Anyway, $5 cover (you get a sticky armband that pulls your hair), $2.50 soda pop, $3.50 Coors Light, fun enough.