So, a buddy of mine and...

So, a buddy of mine and I stopped by here on a Sunday afternoon on our way back to Chicago. The location is a bit out of the way, and the area might be worrisome for those who aren't familiar with blight. I live on the south side of Chicago, however, so a seedy part of Kalamazoo may as well be Xanadu.

The club, while nothing to look at on the outside, was well-appointed on the inside. The clientele was about what I expected on a Sunday afternoon in Kalamazoo. No one was really buying dances, but at $20 a pop, when the club is dead, who can blame us? There was a 2 for $30 special: oh boy. You couldn't buy multiple 2 for $30s, though. Anyway, no one was tipping. What a bunch of assholes.

Anyway, the dancers were so-so. Some 6s, one 7, and one 8. The 8 we found - Anna - oh boy. OH, BOY. I can only imagine how jealous the other dancers were of her that afternoon. In 1.5 hours, we probably bought about 12 dances from her, and spent, between that and tips, close to $300 on her. No one else in the club was buying anything, and I doubt that changed after we left.