4 thoughts on “Rick Wilson: Lapdance of Danger, or Big Trouble In Steamy Tampa

    1. The funny thing is, I grew up in Florida, but never made it out to Mons Venus. I mean, I heard of it enough, but I was over on the other side of the state. Which, we had some delightfully trashy nudie bars, but nothing quite so famous.

      Heh. My ‘rents live across the bay in Saint Pete. I’ve been meaning to make a visit. I wonder if Mons Venus is still around?

      I wonder what they’d think of me now! 🙂

      (There is a 50/50 they wouldn’t let me through the door. A lot of clubs are on the lookout for “freelancers,” and as a trans woman I’m gonna get pegged as sex worker pretty much automatically. I dunno. I haven’t tried.)Report

  1. Lulz..just get that scarf that prevents facial recognition.

    Or don’t go.

    Or be smarter about it. Christ, the first and only time I was at a strip bar, it was not turn on.

    Caugh “she meant NOTHING to me honey..just a stripper grinding on me. That was a few rolls of coins in my pocket sweety”.Report

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