Update: I’m now convinced this strip...

Update: I’m now convinced this strip club is the only place where you can push the envelope. Minneapolis will never gain a reputation for laps like St. Louis or Houston or Tampa, which makes Dream Girls a very important standout.

Justine is still there, thank goodness. She remains wary in the bed dances, which is getting to be very absurd and a little uncomfortable, but she’s got a great body and I can carry a conversation with her. Plus, I’m getting to be quite fond of Justine, so I continue to pay the $90 to go to the back, plus a ten- or twenty-dollar tip, depending on the shape she leaves me in.

But if you want another girl – and remember that all this is happening during the day only – I’ve got another surefire one for you. There were only two chicks when I went in at noon this go-round, and after Justine got done with me I still had some money left in my wallet. I felt kind of bad for the other stripper there; for most of my stay I was the only customer there. So I excused having lunch with Justine (more on that later) and went to the stage to see Candice (Candace? Should ask how she spells her name the next time I see her).