little new (especially yours truly) in...

little new (especially yours truly) in my old haunt...some days like today it looks cleaner than others with a roster of perfectly acceptable (i.e. no scary snatch) looking strippers...about half of them drop their drawers...two main raps on this joint remain the same...it's a rank and smelly ashtray...everyone's sucking them down...custies, dancers, bartender...and it's a joint for regs...otherwise you will be overlooked...i've been a 'reg' for couple years now and can assure you it's no guarantee of not being overlooked...but then i haven't been anybody's mark either...i'm a moving target that much more often than not moves out the door without a wax job....i imagine most of them lay back waiting for their known dicks attached to wallets to stroll in...the old fashioned beads which provided some semblance of privacy in the lap dance room have been removed by order of the fire marshal so now you are basically just back in the corner of an open cubicle in the dark...when i ponder the creepy crawly DNA piled ankle deep over the years in that little cubby... you do begin to question your sanity when sinking into a seat...but since when has sanity ever had anything to do with this little perversion of ours...?