Everything’s a little bit off in Canada. Including the strip clubs.
We got to this joint right before last call (which, as I recall, was fucking midnight.) The bitches were collagen-ed to the nines, which ain’t really my thing. There was a no contact rule, so basically, to tip a bitch, you were supposed to hold a bill on the edge of the stage and wait for her to pick it up in between sets of writhing, while laying down, on stage. It was kinda like feeding the stingrays at Sea World…except that at least FEELS like touching pussy. A couple trailer trashy bartenders looked bangable, but whatever.
SUPER curious about the on stage shower.