Jenna Jameson and business partner / Heatherette designer Richie Rich are opening a bar called The General Store in an old whorehouse in Chinatown.
The bar, to be called The General Store, will have a store in front where the duo will sell Richie’s designs and clothing picked by Jameson.
They probably renovated, remodeled and cleaned everything, but there’s no way you’ll get me to drink there. It’s not easy having fun when you’re constantly reminded that wads of spunk may have once lined the walls you’re now clutching in a drunken stupor. Not to mention the dry man juice waiting to uncement itself from the ceiling and fall into your drink. Uh-uh, no thank you. But, then again. How can you say “no” to a face like that?