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xxxxxClub 215 isn't the what most would think of when going into the club. Not the usual flesh market at all. It doesn't wreak of sweat, stale beer, and all other disgusting scents. It is clean, well kept, and a place that simply speaks of beauty and taste. The women that work there are stunning to the last of them, charm and grace in their every step, drawing customers from the upper crust of the city to drawing money of those that visit SoCal. Despite that, it doesn't exclude the blue collar crowd so long as they behave as any should in a higher class establishment. Reasonably priced bar runs the gambit from seven to hundred plus dollar drinks and a full view of the stage and various bar foods to boot. The real money pulled in through the VIP lounge and Burlesque acts preformed on the stage.
xxxxxBehind the curtain of the strange club though is something else all together. Those with an ear deep, deep in the city will know that it is something more. Something that cops can only get the faintest rumor about. Aleksei does a remarkable job of keeping under the radar, discretion above all. They launder money for the Russian Mafia. He's been improving the area in which he works to draw in bigger business and increase his profits. Word is out that if one is wishing to break into the underworld he is open to taking in others that would follow a similar theology. Chaos or violence for the sake of it serves no purpose.
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