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I nervously walk in to the club; a beam of midday Tuesday sun briefly illuminates the dust in the air as the tinted glass door slams shut. "T-table for one please..." I stutter out to the hostess, a middle aged woman with tanned leather skin and faded blonde hair. She wears a tight spandex body suit and an expression of lifelong disappointment. Without a word she grabs a menu from a dusty stack and I follow her into the dark interior of the establishment. The distorted bassy thumps from the blown out speakers lead the way to the stage, where a glassy-eyed twenty-to-thirty-something woman with long greasy hair gyrates listlessly against a visibly rusting pole. I sit down at a wobbly table as the hostess slaps the menu upside down in front of me and walks away. I glance towards the bar to my left, the only other patron being a wizened old man in a trucker hat, nursing a beer. I realize too late that the man is me.
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