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| - When you go to Vegas, you want to see beautiful people. This club noticeably lacks such people. And so, according to the rules of logic that I obviously mastered during my 9th grade math class, this club does not belong in Vegas. After having gone to Tryst and XS the night before at the Wynn, my friends and I experienced quite a buzzkill here. On top of that, they wanted to charge our male friend, accompanied by 6 lovely young girls, $10 for cover when we entered after 11. Um, last time I checked a 6-to-1 female-to-male ratio (at your crappy club, no less) is nothing to sneeze at! Fortunately though, we bypassed that problem with a bit of creativity and didn't have to pay, which is great because we left 10 minutes after we arrived. I was impressed with the club interior, and our guy friend stared non-stop at the go-go dancers pretending to go at it on the net attached to the ceiling. It was so crowded inside though, with so many sketchy-looking people, that it was hard to enjoy.
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