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| - Wow. When I lived in Vegas a few years ago, this place was alright. It was seedy, fully nude, and it was free cover for locals, all the time.
Things have definitely changed here.
There is a metal detector at the door now and they installed a metal hoop on stage. It was packed for a Monday night.
They say it's a full nude club still, but now the dancers only pull their panties down a little bit, instead of taking them off entirely, which is pretty lame.
I thought the second dancer on stage (Gabriella) was good looking, and I smiled at her. She came over a few minutes after she was off stage, which I initially thought was pretty good service, since I wasn't on the front row. As soon as she came over to me I said let's do a dance, and I walked with her over to towards one of the couches.
She stopped me and proceeded to high pressure sales me for some $600 blah blah thing. It's a strip club, so I expect some high pressure sales, but this girl was off the hook. I practically had to argue with her for 4 minutes straight, and listen to her explain the prices from $600 all the way on down to $40 for a lap dance. She said that's what she charges. During her monologue, she asked me questions to make sure I wasn't a cop. When I passed her test questions, she started lifting my shirt, which covers my pockets, testing to see if I noticed her hands near the opening of my pockets. She had clearly done this before, and guys that aren't sober, could easily lose something to this grift. After removing her hands from my pocket openings, twice, and at the end of her tirade, I mentioned to her that lap dances are actually $20, and that that was all I was interested in.
She reluctantly agreed and performed a lap dance that I rate 4 out of 10. At the end of the dance, she pushed again for VIP blah blah, and when I kindly refused, she told me I was a terrible person, and put her bra on and walked away . . . which was probably the most satisfying experience I had at Little Darlings tonight, since I didn't have to tip her . . . I think the only thing funner that a stripper could tell me other than that I'm a "terrible person" is that I'm going to "burn in hell," lol.
The new management at Little Darlings clearly is either in on the pickpocketing or doesn't screen their dancers well.
Either way, I won't be going back to Little Darlings anytime soon, and I'd stay away from Gabriella or whatever she changes her stripper name to next.
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