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| - This past February on my annual Super Bowl trip to Vegas, I decided to steer from my usual routine. I stayed downtown for the first couple of nights and decided to check out Jerry's Nugget Casino and then run across the street to either the Palomino or Chicas Bonitas.
Chicas was tempting because it just looks bad and, well, I wanted to do something different. There had to be a story I could tell walking into that joint.
Since I'm writing this review, I obviously chose the Palomino. Last week was my third trip into this glorious establishment (always going on my first night in town) and, unless I'm fatally stabbed with a rusty screwdriver in Jerry's Nugget during future visits, I will always return until I'm too old and it's too creepy to be in there (because I'm too old).
Bottom line: I go earlier before (I assume) the big crowds get in there. Granted, there are never too many girls working in the late afternoon/early, early evening hours....but the number grows during the four hours I usually stay. I like the fact there aren't too many other gents / couples when I get there and I like the fact that there aren't too many girls, actually. The three times I've gone in there, I've been lucky enough that one/two of the ladies that were in there were keepers and we hung out my entire visit.
Lisa, Juliet, KK, and Talia...all sweethearts, never pushy at all, great to talk to, no implants, very natural. The whole totally nude thing is wonderful, don't get me wrong, but the fact that I have yet to encounter a surgically implanted girl (in one way or another) here is a HUGE plus in my book. It also helps that I have never-ever felt like the these girls were trying to expedite my wallet from my David Bitton-Bufflao jeans and then my Ben Franklins/Andrew Jackson's from that wallet. In the end, that's the idea and I get that...but I've never felt any pressure in this place in that regard.
The VP area is very reasonable. It's private (unlike other establishments). The drinks are even reasonable, all things considered.
The fact that last week Talia told me the boss was into heavy metal made it even more attractive to me. I had tears in my eyes. This place is like a National Park.
The only negative thing that happened to me in the vicinity was when I couldn't get a cab from the joint back in April because there were a dozen conventions going on in town. Transportation was hard to come by and I waited outside for a cab (that the lovely maiden working the front desk called for me)...and waited...and waited.
I know NLV is not the safest of places, but I said, 'screw it' and started walking back to Fremont Street. I got about 1/4 mile up LV Blvd before a cop pulled over and asked what I was doing. He said, "You're a high roller if you're walking back there in this area. You don't want to be doing that" He gave me a lift.
I certainly don't blame the Palomino for no cabs. I say it was the only negative because if I was mugged and thrown into a drainage ditch somewhere, I'd never be able to visit the Taj Mahal of Gentlemen's Clubs again.
See you again in February.
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