In Omaha......The Smoke Pit.  YUM!
		Originally Posted by MsElena
			
		
	
I remember my dad taking me there when I was a kid.  The wrestling matches had just got out, and he was jonesing for some late night post-rasslin' Q.
Outside, a couple of heavy black ladies were strolling the sidewalk in feather boas and "jelly" shoes.  I remember asking, "Dad... are those ladies, um... ?"  and him saying, "Yes, son.  Those are 'working girls'."   
 
Years later, I got my first sales pitch from a pimp in the Smoke Pit's bathroom.

  "Hey, man.... you like to party?"
Me, washing my hands:  "Party?  Yeah, I like parties."

  "You like girls?"
Me:  "Yeah, I like girls..."

  "Well, have I got the girls for you!"