31 July 10 - 17:45I see Paris, I see France

For once I don't see Billionaire Barbie's underpants.

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21 July 10 - 23:59I'm at it again

Essentially a repeat of last week, with French and Latvian dishes on offer but not Brasilian, despite the deployment of a classic Brasilian chat up technique by La Gioconda. Since I am, as you'll have noticed, blogging this, I usually have a pretty clear idea of who I've met and who I've danced with, and my clear memory is assisted by not drinking and Asperger's, so the Brasilian gambit comes over as an amusing diversion rather than an effective technique. It goes roughly like this:
Hitherto unremarked Brasilian dancer sits down next to you and begins conversation in a tone implying previous acquaintance. She brings up some invented snippet of previous conversation, which you apparently had a few months ago, and tells you that you had a private dance with her back then. In the event that this really is the second time you've met her, and you definitely haven't tried her personal services, she tells you that you promised to try this time, otherwise she will continue to attempt to persuade you that you sampled her wares previously and might now be ready for an upgrade to her advanced offering. At this point, it is of course permissible to succumb to her charms, since a well selected Brasilian is seldom a waste of a trip behind the curtain, but if you continue to hold out until she goes off to seek other victims, you're not out of the woods yet, because the whole performance will be repeated at least a couple more times over the succeeding weeks until she finally gives you up as a bad lot.

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19 July 10 - 17:58She's at it again

Still desperate to draw attention to her as yet unnoticed singing career, Tila takes to the pole again. It is a mark of the fact that equal talent does not attract equal reward across all human endeavours that Tila hasn't just given up being an M/S/A and taken up stripping full time, an occupation for which her talents are manifestly more suited than her current enterprises.

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14 July 10 - 23:59Le jour de gloire est arrivé

Appropriately for Bastille Day, it was French stripper time tonight, with the ATF in town after a lengthy absence. Since it was also a jamboree night, there was an abundance of other talent on display, and while much of it was indeed super-abundant, little of it whetted my appetite on this occasion. Of course, everybody's favourite Brasilian is always a welcome distraction, and I was fortunate enough to distract her from her usual busy schedule almost immediately. A trip to hitherto unexplored Baltic regions also proved enlightening and I was treated to a Rigarous workout.

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06 July 10 - 23:59Not so brief encounter

Two Three hours in the basement with Pte. Epsilon and the НКВД passed all too quickly, even without making use of the time travel facility...
But seriously, much hullabaloo of late about Russian spies*, but the performance of our own sweet НКВД suggests that we may not have too much to fear. Despite my being boringly predictable, she seems as surprised when I don't take up her offer of a private dance as she is when I do. Given that she acquired her nickname by being able to predict my presence on the basis of the other dancers present, she is being mercifully slow on the uptake in the current circumstances. Given that there is no language barrier to the dissemination of intelligence, I expect the cat will be out of the bag soon enough, assuming the said feline can be enticed into the sack in the first place.
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18 June 10 - 23:59Brief Encounter

Two hours in the basement with Pte. Epsilon and the НКВД passed all too quickly, even without making use of the time travel facility which is always afforded by a trip to one of the booths. On the subject of time travel, an unexpected blast from the past in the form of the patron saint of Mathematics coming on as a late substitute for Brasil.

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10 June 10 - 23:59Dancing and not dancing

For such a disco bunny in the bar, Pte. Epsilon manages remarkably little actual dancing in the booth, although that's my fault rather than hers. It seemed that we had no longer settled into a brief chat about cycling than the familiar strains of "Closing Time" signalled the close of play. (more)

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04 June 10 - 22:27I should be so Lucky

It's nice ITTET to see a business doing so well that they are forced to turn away established customers to maintain quality standards. Such is the case at the sub-basement, which must have been tremendously over crowded tonight. Doubtless too, since the boss's thoughts are always first and foremost for the interests of her subcontractors, every dancer had already, by 8:30, ensured that her dance card was more than adequately filled to see the evening out. These are, of course, speculative conclusions, since I am not making out anywhere near so well in what passes for a recession and therefore restrict my custom to those establishments which do not employ a muscle-bound Neanderthal to demand with menaces that one participates in what was once an optional spot of gaming.

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28 May 10 - 23:59Catching up

Several dancers who had been too long neglected were conveniently gathered in the sub-basement, so I could get several boxes ticked in one visit. Starting at 9pm though, they were all getting to the end of long hard weeks, resulting in some lengthy but low intensity dancing, and I actually ran out of time before getting to all of them.

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22 May 10 - 12:22Jamboree

The theory behind the basement Jamboree nights is to pile them high and sell them cheap, driving profits through volume. With about twenty dancers plying their trade, there was certainly quantity on offer, but I'm not much of a one for crowds so I took the earliest opportunity to move into the private room to compare kilts with Pte. Epsilon for a decent duration, and the throng seemed to have thinned somewhat by the time we emerged.

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