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Originally Posted by Hell Puppy
I'm way too jaded to enjoy strip clubs these days. I look at ass and titties all day long, so if I'm in a strip club, it's usually because someone else wants to go. It's largely just an overpriced place to drink, and the hustle is constantly interrupting your conversation.
And I'm picky about the ones I'll go into as well. I always liked Cheetah and Gold Club....I much preferred Gold Club. I attempted to try Gold Rush once and didn't make it past the parking lot.
Self park was go park down the street in a dark lot next to where the crack ho's are doing the walk. And the valet was a dude my size, prolly 50 years old, greasy uncombed hair halfway down his back with who knows what kinda life forms living in it, club t-shirt, a pair of jeans that looked like they'd stand up on their own and he had his wallet on a chain.
And he wants MY keys. He got tire smoke and exhaust. I haven't been back.
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yeah, i pretty much go to strip clubs for the atmosphere and not the ladies. I know one of the bartenders are the cheetah pretty well, so when I run a tab it somehow ends up always being $15