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| - The motherfucking dive bar of strip clubs.
If you BYOC (bring yo own company, bitches!) it is awesome. In this case, I was the company for a totally non-trashy, very classy female friend of mine who was in the mood to slum it. She lives down the block an had been wanting to check the place out for a while, so after a few hours of daydrinking, we hit the spot.
Wow.
Stretch marks. Lots of grinding and wandering hands. Tits everywhere... and shit, that's just the male patrons, holmes. I was wearing all black (as usual) and put on my sunglasses for the lulz now and then, and my exceptionally skinny and lovely companion was paying with a stack $1's that she won in a dice game the night before... so the ladies and waitress probably figured that she was a stripper (she's actually an RN in an ICU) and that I was her coke dealer, and the guys were jealous that I was hanging with a hot babe whom I didn't have to pay for attention. So I guess that made me by default the coolest motherfucker in the place. How could I not give it 5 stars after that?
In reality we had a sociological discussion about the patrons and employees, and discussed a few articles in the latest issue of the New Yorker, which she happened to have in her purse.
Some of the characters we saw:
Saigon '68 - Old dude who only got dances from the asian girls, reliving the glory days in 'nam.
Hombre - in his sunday finest with cowboy hat and boots, looking very confused. He might have jumped the border last week.
PCC - White haired, super thin, wrinkly cracker who probably wandered in from the Phoenix Country Club across the street, in shorts, white polo, knee high white socks, and of course velcro sneakers. He looked reminiscent of a corpse.... except when he got several dances from well endowed black women, at which point he really became alive.
Short Dick Man - He had clearly sprouted some wood, and it wasn't very impressive.
Vatos - galore.
So - think dive bar that is totally ghetto fab. If you wait around long enough, they'll have 2 for 1 drink specials, though I am sure that the "grey goose" I ordered was some shitty well shit and not the goose. Whatever.
Ghetto fabbbbbbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
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