My early days in the Navy had me in
Millington, Tennessee. There was not much there for a young sailor to
do but get drunk, get in trouble, or try not to get caught, and get
drunk. I did mention that there was not much to do, right?
There were several “strip” clubs
along the main strip there. The two most popular, rather, frequented
were The Anchor and Brass Rail. I preferred the Rail, it was walking
distance. One of the dancers there, Kris, was, well, her own kind of
dancer. She moved like a whale with an eating disorder
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