So after I got done watching 2 1/2 Men I decided to take a ride to Roosevelt Avenue and check out a stripclub called Romanticos, that I had passed a few times.
So I park the car and get out and this old Asian guy asks if I want a massage so I follow him up some stairs to 77-02 Roosevelt Avenue, took a look and there was only one older lady so I left. He said there is more so I followed him across the street and as we are crossing a cop stares me down and stops a little bit ahead of me. I see a Colombian Restaurant so I jump in there a minute and the cop leaves.
I come out and then check out Indigo Spa, 76-09 Roosevelt Ave. There are two ypunger ones but nothing that caught my eye so I move on to Romanticos.
I then go in and the doorman says $10, I reply in Spanish why, its Monday and it should be free. We chat a minute in Spanish and he lets me in. Well I take a look around and there are 10 chicas, no spinners, just not my type. I buy a $5 soda, listen to the music, chat with a chica and then leave.
On the way back to my car I spot a girl walking, look at her and in Spanish ask where she is going. She replies in English that she is American, so we chat. She was going to work at a strip bar on 82nd but would spend an hour with me for $150 then $100. I wanted a few hours for a $100 since she expected her club to be dead.
That was my Monday Night.
So I park the car and get out and this old Asian guy asks if I want a massage so I follow him up some stairs to 77-02 Roosevelt Avenue, took a look and there was only one older lady so I left. He said there is more so I followed him across the street and as we are crossing a cop stares me down and stops a little bit ahead of me. I see a Colombian Restaurant so I jump in there a minute and the cop leaves.
I come out and then check out Indigo Spa, 76-09 Roosevelt Ave. There are two ypunger ones but nothing that caught my eye so I move on to Romanticos.
I then go in and the doorman says $10, I reply in Spanish why, its Monday and it should be free. We chat a minute in Spanish and he lets me in. Well I take a look around and there are 10 chicas, no spinners, just not my type. I buy a $5 soda, listen to the music, chat with a chica and then leave.
On the way back to my car I spot a girl walking, look at her and in Spanish ask where she is going. She replies in English that she is American, so we chat. She was going to work at a strip bar on 82nd but would spend an hour with me for $150 then $100. I wanted a few hours for a $100 since she expected her club to be dead.
That was my Monday Night.
