Strip Bar

HELLO MY FELLOW PEOPLE AND ALL DEEP HOUSE LOVERS!         Once I have a long walk on nightly Paris, searching one address, which, as turned out then, appeared invented. In the street was cool enough rawly, but charmed the nightly fires of this wonderful city, on the walk I not nearly noticed inconveniences. Finally, a desire to relax and a bit get warm finally scored off above me, and I decided to have a drink coffee in some little cafe which would appear nearby.        On one of posts I noticed the bright playbill of one establishment - in spite of the fact that I own French worse than ever, I understood that this place was quite alongside – around corner the nearest bias building.Going round his facade, I noticed a massive stone semi-basement, the soft red fires of nightly neon of which temptingly invited to call inward. The included in establishment costed 50 euro - this fact is strong intrigued me - I opened a massive door and paying off with three security, entered inward, in the small hall inundated ultraviolet. Inwardly smelled club smoke, bitterish-sour fragrances and a bit burnt cinnamon.        At once I was met by a bare high mulatto and passionately swiped an outerwear from me - inwardly there was very much warmly.... Passing inward, I sit down in a deep arm-chair, and a bare waitress stole up unnoticed to me, concluding me in her hands and whispering on an ear - what will order? I ordered the coffee...Getting a soft, but extraordinarily excitant kiss in a reward, I began to wait an order which was brought very quickly. In establishment the viscous played and weakening lounge, little podiums on which in dance bare girls accepted erotic and sexual poses stood at every dinner-wagon, imitating passion and desire... Someone closed eyes to me very softly... In French someone affectionately whispered something to me on an ear...        I will not tell that was after...I abandoned this establishment of hour through three...or four... absolutely not sparing about the spent money and time, giving one's itself word that some time necessarily will go back into this place... Paris... Yes, a classic was right...Paris is memorized forever... Forever...