Lipsweet of Birmingham
- Lipsweet of Birmingham
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- Servicing Alphas: Chapter One
- Steel the Roughneck
- The Black Redneck Barbershop
It was a low and long building stanking of cigars and spiritual corruption. The windows was dark with posters — another rule required by the county, so passersby couldn’t peep in accidental-like — advertising the club and its many events. The club was on the outskirts of Birmingham, surrounded by dilapidated shopping centers and a few odd-knob mansions subdivided into myriad ratty apartments.
The club was fulla loose women in looser clothes, flashing they loose-as-booze eyes at any man who mighta carried a loose dollar or two — they was prostitution-whores, and all them in attendance knew that obvious as cherry pie. They served food like waitresses, and they dressed like volleyball players, and they batted eyelashes like sirens, but they went home with big spenders like prostitution-whores.
And the worst part was, everybody knew it. Ain’t no other reason to come to Lipsweet. Weren’t cuz they got great chicken wings, that was for goshdarn sure.