I went here last night prepared to make it rain. After five death metal songs a dancer asks, "how are you?" I replied, "I hate the music." She then called me an asshole. I asked for the manager. Manager says, "she's outside crying because you didn't like her music." She then offered to buy me a drink. I declined, went home, and thought, "stripper breezies are crazy!"
I kinda liked it in spite of the bad music and emotionally fragile dancer. The bartender, Keisha, was cool and there was one cute dancer. Music improved as I was leaving.
Who really listens to death metal while chillin?