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| - I visited Bones on New Year's Eve 2017 because I didn't want to go stand in a long line and pay an outrageous cover for a bar in Old Town that is normally free to get in to. Upon entering, I paid the $10 cover and saw that the place was dead. The only upside was that I was the only guy sitting at a table in front of the stage. After my first drink, a girl on stage that I took a liking to came over and tried to hustle me for a dance(her stage name was Avery). I told her that I wasn't ready yet, but she told me that the other girl on stage with her(her roommate, stage name Valerie) would give me a double table dance for $10 each. I said OK and moved from the table by the stage to an open booth behind us. I took my phone out of my front pocket and placed it on the table in front of me so it wouldn't be uncomfortable during my dance. Before Avery started the dance, she switched up her story and said that it would be $20 each for my two girl dance because I moved from my chair by the stage to the booth a few feet behind( which she left me to). I told her I was fine with staying at the original table but she brushed off my objection and started her dance anyway, stating that she would do the first dance for $20 and Valerie would do the next for $20. Even though that was not what I asked for, I just went with it, because I didn't feel like arguing. During our conversation, Avery fucked up and accidentally told me her friend/roommate's real name, which I believe was Carla, but that is irrelevant to the story, so I digress. She continued to press me for private dances going up list all the way to $800 for an hour alone. It was all I could do to bite my tongue and respectfully decline. Upon hearing my response, midway through a song, Avery stood up and walked away, into the dressing room without saying anything. I laughed to myself, slurped up what was left of my drink and went to grab for my phone on the table in front of me where I left it, only to find that it had vanished. I immediately patted myself down, checking all my pockets, stood up, checked the booth cushions and the floor, and even looked around the table in front of me that I was originally sitting at and found nothing. It was then that I realized that bitch stole my phone( a Google Pixel XL with a black rubber case on it). I walked to the entrance where a bouncer was talking to the cashier and informed him that I thought Avery had taken my phone and walked into the dressing room and asked if he could bring her out for me. He obliged and entered the room. Moments later, Avery walked out and grabbed another customer and led him over to a booth for a dance. I interrupted them before she started and asked her if she had my phone in her clutch( tiny purse/wallet). She opened it, and low and behold, there was my phone, right next to hers, which was in a light colored leather or vinyl case( the kind that many women use because it can hold many cards in it as well). She gasped and put on an act as if she did not know how it ended up in there. I grabbed it and made my way to the exit where I overheard two of the bouncers talking about the exchange and advised them to keep an eye on her. Needless to say, I will not be returning to this establishment and would recommend anyone else who doesn't want to be swindled by thieves to do the same. Regardless of my terrible experience, the talent was sub par, and isn't that the main reason anyone goes to a strip club anyways?
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