One-by—one, all the holdouts who had worked there for a while, but didn't want to have sex with the angry well- dressed manager, were gone. The only one left was the favorite bartender. She was everybody’s favorite girl. It never happens that a bartender is the favorite. But the angry well-dressed manager ran off all the pretty strippers. Her mom was a hooker. She started out fucking old guys at Wing Zone up the street, and got promoted to strip club bartender at 18. She had an attitude. She didn't have to have sex with anybody now. She owned regulars. She thought she was too popular for the new management to get rid of her. But it is my guess today that they did. One day, one of the angry manager's new girls was unhappy about the uppity bartender acting like she owned the place. The new girl tried to schmooze me, to get me to lie and complain about the favorite bartender. She said "Complain that the little bitch did XYZ, and we can get her f1red." I thought this new girl is stupid to not realize the little bartender girl owned half the guys around the bar including me. The uppity bartender is the one we are there to see. So I walked up to the uppity bartender with the new girl, and stuck a $100 bill in the uppity bartender’s pocket to teach the new girl a lesson about office politics. I don’t know if the angry manager saw me give her the $100 bill, or heard about it. I don’t remember seeing him there that day. But after that, I never saw the favorite bartender again. He probably thought she must be fucking me, and he demanded sex from her, and that was it. I did know her outside the club, but she was no hooker, she played the long game. I had the uppity bartender's number, but I never called to ask what happened. I didn't want to make her boyfriend unhappy. Instead, I called ahead to see if she was at Stars before ever driving down there again. She never was. They told me "maybe she went across the street and works at Dollhouse" and then "try Dollhouse." I called Dollhouse and they never heard of the favorite bartender. My understanding is that a group of people migrated across the street to Dollhouse at that time. Since the favorite bartender wasn't at Dollhouse, and I never saw the angry well-dressed manager at Stars again, I can guess the angry well-dressed manager went over to Dollhouse with his group of girls, his scam team. And that is where he stayed. I think he got demoted to Dollhouse. He ran the best strip club in Orlando into the ground. Losing the favorite bartender was the last straw. That’s pure speculation on my part. But at least when I make shit up, young girls don't get two life sentences based on it. That was it for me also. I only ever went to a strip club and met strippers one more time. I drove the whole way to Cocoa Beach. Someone told me the Italian family that owned Cabaret Intemationale still owned a strip club in Cocoa. I don’t remember if it was supposed to be Lido or Cheaters, but I went to both of them. The girls at Cheaters were awesome. Girls come up I-95 from Georgia, South Carolina, Tennessee, get off the highway and head out to the beach, and there it is. The most surprising thing was the prettiest girls at Cheaters drove there from Orlando to work each day. I think some were UCF students, and another said she didn't want to strip where she lived. That meant Dancers Royale was too close to home, people they knew might come in. I asked why not drive over to the Veigle clubs on OBT? It's less than 30 minutes from East Orlando to the main clubs. They said the management in Orlando is intolerable. They would rather drive an hour to Cocoa and actually make some money and not be harassed. So after six years of strip-club addiction, I never met another girl at the strip clubs again. I never went into a strip club and met a girl and tipped her on stage again. I never went into a strip club and bought a dance and got a girl’s number again. I went in and stared a few times just to see. But there were never any girls I wanted again. Except Mandi May. I visited her a few times on her insistence. From 2013 to 2016, I went into Stars maybe once a year just to check. There were always one or two, or even zero girls on the floor. They told me "There are girls in the back getting dressed, they are coming." I tried waiting. There were no girls in the back getting dressed. I credit Angry Well-Dressed Doorman with breaking my strip-club habit. II-27