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young male could be looking for on a warm Friday evening in December and our free shuttle driver, Geriatric Gene, let us in on the local scene as he whisked us to a late night steak buffet at Winners. "Them brothels are over 'ere." "Brothels?" "Yes'um, brothels... 'em ones with the lights on in 'er windows." "Hey Gene, how about something a little lighter..." which we found down on a quiet, windswept street at a cozy little place called Butch Cassedy's Hole in the Wall Saloon. A secret knock on a back door led us to opening night of a new gentlemen's club called "The Hideaway Lounge," I called it "the best strip club in the world..." |
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