It isn't all doom and gloom,...

It isn't all doom and gloom, but lord knows it ain't a pimple on the way it used to be. I have to be honest, though; I was beginning to be turned-off by the "open air brothel" the place had become at its height (or depth, depending on how you look at it); reminded me of some of the Toronto-area clubs in the months before the strip-club crackdown up there.

Dagmar was manager on my Sunday afternoon visit a week or two ago. She was vigilant, sure, but only rarely hovered. I talked to a few dancers about their degree of nervousness; it's definitely definitely taking its toll, especially since T*** got fired a few weeks ago for doing nothing more than getting on both knees to pick up her purse after doing some dances (or so I am told).

I got dances from Maddie, Carrington, and Stephanie. All gave what I would call reasonable value for dollar, although definitely not the mileage I might have gotten a year ago. Dances are definitely cleaner than they were, but this ain't no airdance palace; contact is substantial, deliberate, and usefully applied. Today's $30 dance is about the level one might have expected of a $20 dance of a year ago if one could talk the dancer into doing $20s.