Same story, second verse. My recent...

Same story, second verse. My recent trip to Memphis included a nightcap at EL, where "Twinkle" (aka "Star") provided excellent service in the VIP. A bit rushed and impersonal, but for less than 1 C-note and including a little stage-side table dancing first, it was of course a deal. I'm a white boy and this is definitely a ghetto dive: the place is intimidating, but people on the inside smile and make like friendly, and all they really want is your money and your cooperation, so it's not like the two worlds are all THAT different. I had the advantage of an out-of-state license plate and beer-breath to match my tottering drunken walk, so they knew not to worry that I was a cop. I didn't look too much at the stage show. Did see that Platinum the dancer was still there, stunning gorgeous full-service hottie that she is. Maybe I should have gone back with her? Twinkle managed to get me to the promised land WAY too fast -- almot unenjoyable. Almost. :)