Ducked in and out of here...

Ducked in and out of here 3 times the Sun. nite Ike blew through. Storm wasn't all that-just a lot of blowing rain. Joint was deserted and desolate. Dancers weren't particularly personable and got downright surly when you turned them down. Went back with a lackluster French-Canuck who suggested we move to a 'massage booth' after her initial uninspired performance where she'd 'give me a BJ for two hundred.' Subsequently went back with a little hottie from Windsor who gave me 100% air and then acted astonished when I bailed. 'But I had so much more to show you.' Yeah, like how to milk a PL. Majority WOC here, compared to the adjacent joint. Got a kick out of the brother who's job was to climb the stage between every dance and windex the mirror and pole. Precious.