“What if I want the special show?” I replied. Beeg XXX Either she can’t dance for shit or she was in the country illegally. I put four fifties on his palm and he reached under the bar and then slammed something into my open hand. She left the stage and made a dancing, walking loop through the second row of tables. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the club, it became possible to read the rest of the “menu.” Surprisingly, almost everything was more expensive than at Dooks. Up on the top of the square, about three-quarters around on the western edge, old US highway 130 exits off to the north. Once she had everything picked up, she gave an exaggerated
