Oh, where-o-where has "Renee from South...

Oh, where-o-where has "Renee from South Bend" gone to??? Her ability to vibrate (not shake) but vibrate her hips is the stuff legends are made of. Saw her last summer twice but none since. Maybe she made enough to retire by 25? I still recall her rules: no touching what her panties covered while she gets to "touch you whereever she wants", which sounds appealing until you realize what she's really telling you is if you don't behave "I'll crack your freaking nuts with my bare hands." And to think I never thought of proposing...

Anyways, the furniture (i.e. chairs) in this place SUCK. Well, except for the bar stools, which are adequately padded. The lap dances are done at the far end of the building, which is sooooooooo dark when you walk in the entrance the police could come in on a raid and by the time their eyes adjusted and they made it to the lap dance area everyone would not only be fully clothed but most likely long gone. Some gals flash the lower level or encourage you to venture down yonder, but they are the exception to the rule. They're not supposed to and can get fired for doing so. Many will nibble your male member through your pants either upon request or without even being asked.

They do serve alcohol here and lots of tables buy the Bud by the pitcher. I've never seen a fight, but have seen several drunken fools (usually young guys) stumble into tables, chairs, etc. Some go to the stage to tip, oblivious to the gals spinning on the poles and then get yelled at to "Get back!", only it takes them two minutes to process the English. They're why the girls are leery of walking through the crowd to seek out dances. If you really want a dance, either sit next to the dance area or hang out at the bar and say hi to who you're interested in when she wanders by. That works everytime, for even if they're busy, they remember who's nice and interested and come back when they're free.