I was not feeling as red-blooded as usual, so I was in a look-but-no-touch mood as I climbed the hill towards Scrub a Dub, which for the uninformed its a wild, wild club that's sort of a dance club and strip club all in one.
Anyway, it appeared there was something big going on cause as I neared the club of ill-repute, there were TONS of cars and tons of locals milling about, and 10 to 15 jerk stands, etc. Turns out, it was a huge local party with a live band playing there, a special event.
The event was actually just ending as I pulled up, so just everyone was leaving and streaming out in the street, mostly youngsters and NO tourists at all.
I figured I would peak in, see if my fav dancer from last time, Rochella, was there, but like I said, I was not into anything private or anything like that, and I only pulled like 25 dollars from my little pouch, left the rest in the scooter compartment.
Turns out, there were no dancers at all, as like I said everyone was leaving, lot of drunk folks enjoying their Friday night. These were regular peeps, not hustlers, and no one was grabbing me or soliciting me or anything like that, not even saying hi to me really.
I had a quick red bull, and put the change in my back pocket of cargo shorts, one of seven pockets including one shirt pocket on my button-down shirt.
Here's where it gets crazy .....