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| - The blues can happen to anyone. If you live along the crippled & forlorn section of Van Buren near the Airport, I take it you're basking under a sizzling kind of blues as the unfeeling desert sun roasts your ass. So a strip joint located conveniently in a dump of a neighborhood would alleviate the blues of the locals (and horny visitors such as myself), right? Unfortunately, no. This joint only adds to the depressing misery.
Pass through the doors here & be greeted by overwhelming darkness. The only real light that exists comes from the outside as the doors swing back & forth; once closed you're probably going to trip or bump up against something. Cover before 7pm was $10. Using the ATM to get the cash to pay for that was a pain in the unlit cavern environment.
I headed to the front & sat with a few others. A light skinned black gal was dancing full frontal, totally naked (no booze sold here). She was a child or two passed her prime. Next was a rather plump dark chocolate lady who appeared to awaken a worm or two as she caressed her snake shaped vagina. Ah, a very skinny light skinned black gal followed, tatted up & rather talkative. Finally, an Amazon blonde women took the stage, all 6'5 of her. Earlier, as I had walked in, I noticed her giving a lap dance to a rather obese elderly man wearing suspenders & bifocals & sporting Elvis pork chop sideburns. He seemed to be remembering a love from way back yonder as the Amazon woman pulled on his old, winded tugboat. When she got up to dance later, she chatted a little with us up front. I saw the old timer sitting there, looking at the rest of us with a look of "that's my woman, dangnabut!" I knew it was time to bounce before witnessing the rest of this freak show.
Blue Moon, you gave me the blues but I got drunk later & saw much finer women elsewhere so I can laugh about it all now.
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