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| - I have such a different perspective on this place. I used to babysit for one of the dancers. She was quite nice. And apparently very flexible. And sometimes when she would pay in cash, it would be interesting to think about where that money had come from - both the person, and potentially where on her body. Luckily I had less concept of this as a teenage babysitter than I do now. But I will say - she totally fit the After-School special version of a dancer. Super nice. Great mom. And yes, she was putting herself through medical school. Some kind of nursing specialty. I thought I knew all I needed to know about this place from seeing how she'd come by after work. All that make up and that funny smell. Eau de cheesy strip club. How innocent I was...
Somehow watching them cavort out there, it's hard for me to picture these folks working hard to put themselves though school. Though I hold on hard to that image. I've only been once and that was pretty much enough. The guys I used to work with loved this place. They felt like it was one of the few places where they might actually have a chance with some of these girls, and that made the whole process much more exciting.
If there is such thing as your "neighborhood" strip club, than this is it. Just like a neighborhood bar, it's not the prettiest one in town, it may not have all the bells and whistles, but you can get comfortable there, and you just might become a regular.
Historical note - When I was a kid this was ALL by itself out here. Nothing else was out here. You knew you had reached the far, far edge of town when you finally hit the Candy Store. And now? It's right down the street from a High School. It keeps going on for miles and miles. Sprawl and the strip club...
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