There's a new strip club in my town. I didn't think strip clubs or tattoo parlors were allowed because of some ordinance, so they crammed all that stuff across the Mississippi in East Dubuque (where many young Dubuquers end their nights because the bars in DBQ close at 2, whereas across the river they close at 3:30).
It's by the Wal-mart, which is sort of on the outskirts and they named it "The Office". So now men can either say, "I gotta go back to the Office tonight, honey" or "Gotta make a run to Wal-mart."
I'm not digusted, strip clubs make me laugh. If a woman wants to prance around in three inches of fabrics and rub their boobies in people's faces then more powet to them. It's BYOB so the 18 year old high schoolers can go there. I just hope the dancers there are better than the ones across the river that represent the bottom rung of society (seriously, one place has a stripper who has to wear a knee brace). If you girls ever want to feel better about your body, chell those places out.
