Strap-on Poker and Lobster Karate Lounge

by alfred balcon

The nite.
Dark lamentations.
Red eyez observe the scene.
Electronic muzik servez az background.
Moves are quick and delicious.
The crowd is frozen with amazment.
69 FPM (fucks per minute).
The air smells of copulation.
Tickets. Tickets. Who wants to c the craziest show on earth?
The line-up is a never-ending kommotion.
This town is horny as fuck!
Welcome to the Strap-on Poker and Lobster Karate Lounge...
Satisfaction is a bitch! Grab yours for a ridikulous cover charge.
Enjoy your evening...