I played south of D.C., in a small club with a great, social atmosphere. There were $20 SnGs going, and though nobody had the slightest idea how to play poker, a good time was had by all. There were women at the tables – young, pretty women, the type who were a little too goodlooking for their own good in high school and end up thinking they don’t need to do much to get by and end up in junior college even though they were probably smart enough to go to a four- year school had they put any work in.
Anyway, the one cash game they had was good. I spent most of my time talking to the club’s owner, who may or may not have run whorehouses.
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