This was my first visit to...

This was my first visit to PP, and it won’t be my last. It was a Tuesday afternoon during happy hour, and the first thing you note is the $2 bills in change at the door and the incredibly loud, ear splitting music. The next thing you note is that there are a reasonable number of dancers present at this time of day, and they were all in the 6 to 9 range. This is certainly acceptable to me, and the hustle factor was not out of bounds. In fact it would have been fun to banter with the girls, if you could hear one another over the music.

Now where it gets interesting is that you can get value at PP with a little negotiation. 3 for $50 seemed to be the going rate, but early in the afternoon I got 4 for $50 from one very athletic young lady. To say she turned me every way but loose would not be an exaggeration. While it took me a good 20 minutes of recovery time, I was quite anxious to give it another go. No problem, all you need is dough.

After 3 increasingly successful trips to the more private quarters, one rather desperate but attractive young blond grabbed me where it counts, and shouted in my ear (as mentioned earlier shouting is the only thing that works) that she would “s..k m. o.f” in the relative privacy of a room to the right of the bar area. While that seemed a bit extreme, I was convinced that this young lovely had the right idea, and I can tell you she proved her point inside of 3 minutes. I didn’t bother to count the number of songs.