Word to the wise: pilots know strip clubs. If you’re friends with any, and find yourself in an unfamiliar city with a pussy craving, hit them up for recommendations.
I found myself in shithole Baltimore and was advised to hit McDoogals.
The bartender was 300 lbs and there was a guy eating Hardee’s at the bar when I walked in. The decor reminded me of a Central Florida dive bar. But the bitches…
…were hot as fuck.
Each girl danced for three songs, the last fully nude. They’d then dismount and gleefully collect $1 from each patron. Additionally, it was BYOB…making it the cheapest strip club experience EVER.
Until, at least, my employee decided to buy me a lap dance. Look, if you’re gonna buy me a lap dance, LET ME PICK THE BITCH. I can tell which of them are into women and which aren’t. And when I get a dance from one who isn’t, she will fucking grind on me naked for three minutes and tell me about which dancers she doesn’t like and how old her kids are and it fucking desexualizes the experience for me.
Still, a great fucking place.