(EDITOR’S NOTE: Here’s where our guest blogger got a little jaded. Probably missed the states, where prostitutes at least attempt to talk back and/or demand cocaine.)
Of all the clubs we visited, this one had the most spacious interior. It had the most comfortable booths, and actually served cocktails in normal sized glasses. However, for the duration of our stay, all we saw was a stage flooded with girls in red go-go shorts and short white cut off shirts. There were probably 20 of them, and they didn’t even bother to sway gently.
They just stood there looking at their reflections in the mirrored walls and waiting for someone to buy them. I know it was close to closing time and they were looking to close a deal, but they need to work on their marketing strategy. Sell yourself, honey! Help me help you. There were a few lookers, but also a few broads who were clearly pushing 40 and probably had grandkids waiting at home. One of my friends tried to take a picture and the staff took his phone and deleted the photos. That amount of effort was highly juxtaposed with the indifferent “dancers” and the fact that no one even tried to stop us when we walked out without paying for our drinks.
(EDITOR’S NOTE: Bro, you gave the ladyboy club a better grade than the pussy-only club?!)