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| - Worst f")($ing strip club ever. Did I mention how bad the cocktail waitress was yet? Well hold on, because I will say it over and over again. Went in with my man, three day weekend, Sunday night, on the recommendation of the doorman at the Palms. **Who I have officially cursed because he ruined my night in Vegas by sending me to this lame as* strip club.**
We were VIP, which got a seat close to the stage and a few drinks (all for $30 cover each of course), for "free." It took the cocktail waitress 20 minutes to get a us a drink. She didn't know what tequila's they had on hand, and my man ordered a long island iced tea, she came back and told us they didn't serve iced tea. I didn't know it was amateur night on the cocktail servicing end.
Now onto the girlz. It was definitely a C night. The biatches didn't even use the pole. There was skinny little Asian girl that never even took her top off. What the F*(&????? Not one girl came up to us to ask us for a dance. Wait, let me get this straight, we are a couple, throwing down cash on a dead Sunday night and I can't even get a stripper to dance for me? It was like we were in some anti-service Vegas twilight zone.
But alas, along came Sparkle. She saved our night. If you do go, ask for Sparkle, not only can she work a pole, but she can give a girl a righteous lap dance.
In a nutshell, don't go for drinks, or dances, just go for Sparkle. Oh ya, FU doorman at the Palms.
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