The clock finally struck “tits!” and we happened to be in the State of Nebraska.

We were looking for a strip club run by a fella named Jeremy that was supposed to sit on the Nebraska/Iowa state line. That proved difficult, since the state line is the Missouri River. We crossed the bridge into Iowa and followed a sign for “casino”… thinking we might ask casino type folk about the location of the strip club. A feisty fifty-something blonde named Karen overheard me asking at the door, came over and gave me directions to the “best litle tittie bar in Iowa”… a place she said she owned. “I’ll meet ya there” she shouted from her white Cadillac. How could I refuse… tits and bars

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