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Dead Beat Club
The Scene : The Dead Beat Club (a.k.a. The Dead Feet Club) was the first real dance club we made it to. It followed a short stay at Cadillac Jack's and an even shorter stay at EZ Pickin's. Being at a dance club, it was kind of difficult to concentrate long enough to do a little review about it, but we managed to get out a few. Some we had to play catch-up on... |
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Pump Up the Volume, Pump Up the Volume. Dance! Dance! I love this place! I've never seen more booty on the dance floor from the white boys of Colorado! Deeeee-lite! - PrivateFly Once upon a time there was this 300 pound hoochie that loved tight-ass clothes - Jason
Ahhh. The Dead Beat Club. Hoochies Galore. Crowded - Loud - and Twisty. That is to say. But - the most notable thing - I got hit on by a guy, again! The second time in two weeks! No, fella. I don't want to dance. Bye. Bye. Maybe I need a hair cut. - FireFly Brandi shares her thoughts of the Dead Beat Club (too drunk to share on the right week). I like it - it's trashy, but the female competition pales in comparison. If they aren't missing an appendage, they are 8 months pregnant. It is a meat market - I never fail to pick up some lonely dude looking to stick it to me. GREAT music - I love to dance - It's a tad bit crowded. - BB |
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