I was also at 2be club yesterday. What a disaster, a disaster, the worst gangbang in my 30 years of clubbing. My second negative review in my life, but I have to get it off my chest. What a rotten clientele, windbags, hopeless, fire-breathing, horny men who have no respect and just keep banging. They think they're the man. Anyway, the 80 cocks weren't the worst part. The ladies were even worse. After about 20 minutes, I knew it: damn, I should have listened to my four experienced friends. They said, don't go to 2be anymore. The best is gone. Always the same girls, and indeed, the lineup: Nikkie and Maya didn't see them. The two teenage Lolita girls who simply rejected many men. After fucking their favorite customer, they stopped. And they went to the bar to find another favorite. Hand in hand to the beds and then do the same thing over and over. If you don't go there every week, they don't look at you. That Asian girl: Ouch, oh dear, not too deep, your dick's too big. One excuse after another. Two bright spots: Amber and the fantastic Madame. Oh, what a woman. I left the shop at 2:15 PM. Nervous, disgusted, angry, and for my own safety, I quickly headed home because I'd already gotten into a fight twice with one of those upturned, crooked little bastards. After more than 75 visits—I'd been a customer since day one—I said goodbye with a passionate kiss from my good friend Julie, with whom I'd had one wonderful fuck. Disappointed and discouraged, I got on the train. I'd have to wash away that rotten taste as quickly as possible and next weekend I'd go to a decent club where they respect their customers. The men who are now responding en masse and who think it's good there don't know any better; there are other, better clubs. It was the last time I saw Julie, and I want to thank her for the many wonderful moments. Julie is a classy and sweet, sociable woman. All the best, Julieke. They will never see me there again.