Mustang Cabaret

By far the WORST strip club I have EVER entered.
This dump had the nerve to charge a cover, and their drinks weren’t cheap either. The place was filthy: big greasy hand prints on the cracked mirrored walls. The neighborhood, the clientele, and the girls themselves are downright ghetto. Not ghetto in a good way either. This is bottom of the barrel ghettoness.
My friend wanted to go here for her going away party because she heard that it was a proper black strip club. We got there and were not impressed with the service or the selection of booze or broads. Our group sat there for a few minutes, maybe 15, while we drank our crappy drinks, debating whether there would be a stripper for whom we would be willing to part with our money.
At this point, a pregnant hispanic stripper with some gangster tattoos grabs the mike from the DJ and proceeds to yell at all of the patrons about how this place isn’t the mall and there is no window shopping allowed. This tirade went on for about a good 2 minutes. Then she repeated it in Spanish.
I was ready to scream obscenities and create a new crack in the already broken mirror-​walls with my beer. But, since the evening wasn’t about me, I tried to keep my cool. Eventually one decent looking, well practiced stripper came out and we all threw money at her praying that she wouldn’t let any of the other girls dance.
Thankfully, friends and booze can make even the worst establishment tolerable.