So this was where old strippers...

So this was where old strippers go to die.... One might have expected this club to pick the carcas of the remains of Big Daddy's and the Artist Cafe, and at least be somewhat passable as a nostlagia piece, but no. There were lots of angry, overweight unappealing women with negative attitudes and dismal futures permeating this little dive. It was sad, I had a little little lump in my throat but realized it was bile and vomit at the worst seediness of this wonderfully seedy and sleazy city. But this was just uncomfortable and vile.

I left my beer with three quarters left and escaped.