Scores’ 1st Birthday, featuring 25 of the most Bombshell Dancers, ever!

“I’m the newest stripper,” she replied.

“Oh, how cool. It amazes me that you make more money than I do, with an IV league graduate school education, I joked; she liked it, laughed.

“Yeah, I love my job. I meet all sorts of people. Every once in a while there’s a bad apple that ruins it for the rest of us, but we’re strippers, here to entice; we are not prostitutes.”

“Good,” I said.

Remarkable lighting and mixed media effects illuminated the center proscenium stage; enclosed by several large television flat screens, secondary exotic dancers situated under light beams accompanied the primary spectacle. The performances were one of a kind, Burlesque and edgy though the top 40 music seemed to ruin the fantastically engineered dances. Headliners were well- rehearsed and enticed men, effectively.

Tipsy, I enjoyed the lights—hated the top 40 beats, but enjoyed the breasts:

“So, are you here to look at ass or get ass,” I asked fellow viewer ‘Zack’.

“Well I’m always looking to get ass…. But I’m here to have a good time,” he replied.