I've always loved the term 'Gentleman's Club', whether that be a classy joint down South that requires a coat and tie, or a truck stop lean-to that requires a couple rounds of Mickey's Big Mouth to see the owner's heavyset niece shimmying on a makeshift pole to Skid Row (man, that is one happy memory Read More ...Source: http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Egotastic/~3/coHqp6-Z5jk/
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