
Of course there was no alcohol. Not at 3 a.m. Not around cushy velvet chairs and a marble stage polished to a high gloss, second only to the brass pole in the middle. Not at this wholly protested strip club down the street from my apartment. This establishment tucked beneath the Los Angeles highway, and that was city-council flounced with my crunchy granola friend. But there were women. And there were tiny costumes covering the bits the audience would surely see once the songs came on and the [...]