Roosters Pub

You know the only thing I can say go there figure it out check it out form your own opinion good luck bye

If you’ve ever wondered what a whorehouse in a 3^rd world country would be like… this is it folks. Look no further. Complete with rotting birthday cake being eaten by flys (no less than 2 days old) (and before you wonder about the degree of hyperbole I’m employing here, the following is a factual account of exactly what happened when attending the fine boozing parlor known as Rooster Pub).
Not more that 2 minutes after entering from the back lot (for fear someone who has something to live for might see me walk in and judge), I was confronted by the ugliest eye full I’ve ever seen. Fly traps dangling from the ceiling while a blanket of years old grime, funk and dirt linger on the air and walls. One raggedy ass dancer limping, yes limping on stage while a bar full of young men who looked like the semi homeless children cast in the movie Overboard threw change at her… real, metal, change…
Words can do no justice in describing the refugee camp chic going on in here. And when gimpy was done shuffling around her change parade, another equally forlorn dancer enters, pre stripped to a state of topless, wearing flowered period– underwear, likely not even nice enough to be found at Walmart. I have no idea how this place came to be, or to stay this long, but if you need one hell of a good story, or an infected wound, find your way to Roosters Pub.