Passions is across the street from...

Passions is across the street from a gas station. I felt it very wise to tip the parking lot attendant despite the fact he didn't ask. Parking in front of the establishment didn't seem smart due to the constant traffic and cramped quarters.

I knew I was a white dude in a black neighborhood, but felt relatively safe given the bar is close to a main drag. You work your way through the cars jammed in front of the building. There was some sort of food vendor in front, too. Once you enter, you are in a room where they are selling clothing, CDs, etc. Pay the attendant in a booth, and you are given access to a set of stairs to the club.

Once upstairs, I was immediately looked over by all of the dancers, and some of the patrons, given that I was the only white person in the establishment. I never felt threatened. After ordering a beer, a "five" latched onto me, and was giving me a aggressive pussy grind while I leaned against a pole watching the stage. As I melded into the debauchery, grabbing and grinding, any concerns about me and why I was there went away.