You hop in and off you speed to the strip club and while it doesn't seem like a long drive you notice you are nowhere near the strip and you ask, "Hey man, where is this place?"
The driver pulls into a small parking lot and in front is a beat up old building with a semi functional neon sign saying "Girls, Girls, Gir..." The "L" was not flashing. You look at the run down place and back at the driver and before you can say anything he pipes up, "Don't let the outside fool you sir, the money is spent on the inside and the girls.... TRUST ME!"
You open the door but then hesitate, you're getting the "danger, DANGER" feeling.
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