Prostitution at a Strip Club?! The Hell You Say!
(Let’s face it. . .we all like guy time, but no one likes a sausage party. So before the Rant Pack looks too much like a Star Trek convention, let’s get a female perspective! Give a warm welcome to our newest blogger, Liz Dee!)
UNBELIEVABLE! To imagine, a morally upstanding establishment like the Ice House was in its hey day, proffering not only scantily clad eye-candy but also happy endings in the bathroom?! Where else could you see the goods on display and then actually seal the deal for a mere 1200 bucks?! Read on »
I don’t mind movies 
I can’t stop going to the new Nob Hill Bar and Grill. Here’s what’s calling me back: