Yesterday when I was road tripping into Ohio, I tried to find a spot for a massage parlor. The side trip was a big waste of time. And if you want to witness the slow death of the strip club, West Virginia seems to be the place where it is close to the end there. I remember the days guys and bachelor parties would be in and out constantly. When a club is a ghost town at 10pm on a Saturday night the world does not seem normal compared to when I went to Al's and Erv's in eastern Pennsylvaniain the late 1990s and turn of the century and before I first
walked through those doors.
The hobby is no more in Wheeling
