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| - I was taken here by my friend for my bachelor party (we're from California). He works at some investment company and his baller coworkers said this place is THE strip club to go to in Vegas. So we drunkenly roll in around 1AM and are seated at this table about 30 feet from the stage. It's packed with 30-50 year old guys being made to feel special by OK-looking topless girls, guy to girl ratio is probably 30 to 1. The stage acts were ultimately forgettable, aside from a weird gymnastics/circusy trapeze show by girls dressed like German barmaids, but they stayed clothed the whole time so it was pretty unimpressive. At one point we decide to wander around upstairs to see if there's something more interesting than on the floor -- there's like a restaurant (ew) and a bar and a glass walled VIP room with $350 table service. Things look more interesting in there, but not with that price tag.
So we sit there uninterestedly back on the ground level for about an hour drinking overpriced beer and then the maitre-d comes over and says we're going to have to move to a spot in the back, he's got guys waiting who want to spend "THOUSANDS!" of dollars at this table. Yeah right, I think out of our group of six, we only got approached a total of 3 times collectively. My friend goes into emergency mode and says let's get table service upstairs. Maybe if there were lots of hot girls, but I only saw two OK-looking girls the whole night, so we just left.
So this was supposed to be a wild and crazy strip club experience in the wildest and craziest of towns, but it ended up being a real let-down. It was too crowded, the girls weren't hot, the stage was too far away and then we got thrown out. Hooray.
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