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Ah, Bachelor Parties. If it isn't the clubbing, the boozing, the smoking, the snorting, or the sight-seeing?!, then it's the ass and boobs. Ass and boobs at a price. Now you could roll up here with all your friends and be that one guy. The one guy who actually has a job and buys the bachelor his "dances." Or you can be the other guy. The other guy who will not shell out anything for a boner. I chose to be the second guy. The choice of women was weak. The place was said to have been a converted fitness club. Looks like the girls dancing here were never members of any fitness club. Now, when sh*t like this goes down, I stick to my approach. Ninja-like, I avoid buying anything. Now with a crap selection of women, and your group possibly being the only people in this deserted home for the ugly, you don't want to waste money. Don't feel bad for them, they'll get baby food money on the next group of suckers that walks in. Get a booth. And sit smack dab center of the booth. The farthest seat from either entrance or exit into and out of the booth. There should be at least 2 or 3 guys flanking your right and left. I hope you didn't drink too much before this and don't drink anything additional before choosing this seat. You'll be there a while. While your friends insipidly pay for "dances" and tip for drinks, you sit there, unreachable. Avoid eye contact as much as you can, and you're gold. You have enough money for some late night eats, or possibly for the next stop which is hopefully a better strip club.
negative