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Originally Posted by BmillsSkier

Was this the strip club that’s on the other side of the bridge on US 17 that is exactly 1 foot across the South Carolina state line? I’ve posted some shit about that club on past trips down to Savannah. Someone with better search skills than me can find em im sure. It’s almost exactly like the Double Deuce from Roadhouse.

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Nope, this one was on the island. No recollection of the name...they all blur together.

Anybody remember the name of the short-lived strip club in Burlington, VT? Same timeframe in the military...our unit was supporting another unit that was doing mountain training at Underhill with the VT National Guard. A different guy I was with was begging me to take him up to St. Catherine St. He was way to into the strip club scene. Girls at the Burlington club were a huge disappointment. I figured some hotties from UVM might be in there. Of course, it was like a Tuesday night so not unexpected.

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Another UVM alum...Montreal was home away from home in the early 90s. We would start a Friday or Saturday night with watching the Habs play in the old Forum for cheap standing only seats and then work our way to Super Sexe. Felt like we adopted a young lady working her way through school named Fanny. I can't imagine how much $$ we sent her way over a couple years. Best part of going was watching Frenchie batchelor parties. They would get the guy up no stage by himself in his tighty whiteys and have him sit in a chair. Girl after girl would dance for him and more often than not the guy had to get dragged off the stage with a hugh boner and for his own safety after getting handsey. Good times.

So, not a first person story, but when I lived in Boston in the 80s, I heard about a joint out in Western Mass that was in a giant old hanger, had some kind of divider down the middle, and used to run strip shows for guys on one side, and for gals on the other. Around 10:30-11, they would pull back the divider and just turn everyone loose. Must have been wild.


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Originally Posted by RolexJr

I was lucky enough to get a lap dance from a pregnant stripper who also had a "Nug Life" tattoo in the style on 2Pac.

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My first visit to a strip club was on a biz trip to Reno and there was a preggo chick up there right off the bat. Total dive. Probably the worst one I ever went to...barely.

Went to Fantasy Girls in Reno on a Saturday afternoon during a break from gambling. Hispanic guy with a heavy accent started throwing bills in the air and yelling “bark like a dog”. All of a sudden there were 3 strippers on all fours crawling across the stage going “woof woof”. Lasted a few minutes before the bouncer stopped it. Guy musta tossed out a couple hundred bucks.

Perhaps some of the mags or maggettes here need supplementary income or enjoy the stage.
Has anyone here been a stripper?
Now let's hear your stories!

I have a few.... keep starting to type them and abandon.....

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Originally Posted by happytimefunbox

95 or 96 me and my girl are in Ybor at the edge and the dj sucks and she says hey my girlfriend XXX works at some club called the Mons Venus. I didn't know that club and where it was so we hopped in a taxi and told him take us to the Mons Venus. He was smiling his ass off. We get there and it wasn't the club we were expecting lol, full nude no liquour or beer (I was rolling my nuts off so it's a bit hazy) my girl sits me at the stage and runs off to find XXX. 10 minutes later XXX is in my lap we are all talking about partying with the rolls in my pocket, she hands me 100 in singles and tells me to have fun while her and my girl run off to do whatever. That place was out of control and where I developed a fondness for big black tiddies with the scent of cocobutter on them.

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That place is an institution. Tampa is best known for two things, The Mons and The Traficante family https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santo_Trafficante_Jr.

Speaking of The Mons, if you have ever enjoyed Cigar City beer, that was initially funded by The Mons $$.
Joe Redner Jr. is (was) the owner( sold to Oscar Blues for $60 MM), son of Joe Redner- the founder of The Mons Venus.
I love our dark history here.

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Originally Posted by oftpiste

I have a few.... keep starting to type them and abandon.....

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Step away, have a drink or two/three, reminisce, come back and let it flow.

Weekday, mid afternoon, doing some home plumbing repairs, a slow day in our small town. I got a call from a buddy who needed some help moving a couch. He picked me up, we moved said couch, and before dropping me home stopped in at another friend’s home. We joined a couple of middle aged dad type guys I sort of know, drinking beers with two conspicuously overdressed, sort of hot but a little overweight “hair dressers” from our regional centre. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I can drink beer and shoot the shit with anyone. I’m just chilling till I can get back to my repairs, when one of the girls declares she’s bored and that we should do some coke, to which our host constructively adds should be done off the other girl’s generous ass. Next thing I know I’m taking my turn snorting lines off some bare tattooed ass, but it’s pretty clear that my buddy and I are extraneous to wherever this is headed, so we bid our goodbyes, and I return to my plumbing project with quite a buzz going.

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Originally Posted by warthog

Well I live near Tampa, and I have been to Key West about 30+ times. There are stories.

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I may or may not be in those stories.


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Perhaps we can help determine that. Were any of the girls named Ashlee?

It all started when I found myself a single father and needed to put myself through grad school. You know how the rest of this goes

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Originally Posted by teleee

I may or may not be in those stories.


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That was pretty tame, all things considered. Plus, I thought we were never to speak of such things again.
https://giphy.com/gifs/l4pTj9MM1xuRezw5y/html5
Last time I went back there my wife may have been with me. It may have been 4 am, and it may have gone seriously downhill since we had last been there. Maybe.

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Originally Posted by warthog

That was pretty tame, all things considered. Plus, I thought we were never to speak of such things again.
https://giphy.com/gifs/l4pTj9MM1xuRezw5y/html5
Last time I went back there my wife may have been with me. It may have been 4 am, and it may have gone seriously downhill since we had last been there. Maybe.

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I am fine with never speaking of me puking in the boat the next morning. I have honestly not been back into the clubs since that night... Yet

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Originally Posted by gearhunter

So, it was like 1995 and I was planting trees in northern BC. We were in PG and there was a bar there, which for the life of me I cannot remember the name of. Pretty sure it and the hotel it was attached to burnt to the ground a few years ago. We were in town raising hell on days off, a whole bunch of dirty fucking pot smoking tree planting dirt bags. We show up at this bar, whatever the fuck it was called and it was fresh meat night. The strippers did the circuit in northern BC, pretty sure it was a Tuesday night. We dirty boys and girls all in perv row, yelling and drinking. All I could think of when I witnessed what was going on was that this bar and the strippers we had seen was where old hookers go to retire and die. So out stumbles this 50 year old, very, very drunk stripper who looks at us dirty vagrants and growls deeply at the top of her lungs..."Who wants to see my pussy?"

Well, it was one of the funniest and weirdest things I have ever witnessed. We all went fucking crazy and she put on one hell of a dirty fucking show.

Ah, the vagrancies of youth.

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New Meat Mondays...

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Originally Posted by teleee

I am fine with never speaking of me puking in the boat the next morning. I have honestly not been back into the clubs since that night... Yet

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Sounds like I need to come back down.

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Originally Posted by warthog

Sounds like I need to come back down.

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Yes, yes you do! I am in the process of booking my spring dates. I will let you know. I might as well replace getting my ass kicked by tarpon with getting my ass kicked by strippers for a change.

is the strip club on the way up to Hunter still there? pretty scary place...

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Originally Posted by sharcsplean

is the strip club on the way up to Hunter still there? pretty scary place...

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You've been in there??

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Originally Posted by Timberridge

You've been in there??

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I think it was called Ace of Clubs? went there once. Drove by the place for years, and went up one weekend with a buddy and no Mrs. He said - let's get a beer. Why not?
Well, even though it is only 2 hours from NYC, the talent is all local. not in a good way.
One beer, one song, one stripper, on our way. think I needed a tetanus shot just for being in there. I had been in nicer barns.

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Originally Posted by sharcsplean

I think it was called Ace of Clubs? went there once. Drove by the place for years, and went up one weekend with a buddy and no Mrs. He said - let's get a beer. Why not?
Well, even though it is only 2 hours from NYC, the talent is all local. not in a good way.
One beer, one song, one stripper, on our way. think I needed a tetanus shot just for being in there. I had been in nicer barns.

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Sounds like a bid for the Upstate southern border if you ask me.

When I was a kid the fairs and carnivals in the north east always had 2 or 3 trailers/stages with shows every half hour or so, the girls would come out and dance around for a minute or two on a small stage along the midway and the barker would do his best to get as many people to pay $3 to come behind the curtain and watch the show. Not the highest quality strippers by far but It didn't matter to some, the only rule was "No fingers, only tongues", as a teenager (I was probably 14 the first time I went in) I was more than happy to stand in back figuring you could catch something if you got too close.
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These pictures are from a book called "Carnival Strippers", the author followed the trailers around for a couple years and documented the lives of the girls.
https://www.susanmeiselas.com/early-.../#id=girl-show

Am I gonna have to ass...sorry "add" a NSFW tag to this thread? That first picture looks like it could have been taken at the Regal Beagle Social and Athletic Club in South Amboy.

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Originally Posted by sharcsplean

I think it was called Ace of Clubs? went there once. Drove by the place for years, and went up one weekend with a buddy and no Mrs. He said - let's get a beer. Why not?
Well, even though it is only 2 hours from NYC, the talent is all local. not in a good way.
One beer, one song, one stripper, on our way. think I needed a tetanus shot just for being in there. I had been in nicer barns.

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I only ever drove by that place in the early morning. The frozen muddy tire tracks in the now empty parking lot the only evidence of the previous evenings visitors who probably witnessed a local girl named Tammi (spelled with a heart over the "i") dancing to Whitesnake's "Is This Love" as the intoxicating smell of Sephora Strawberry Passion and stale $10 draft beer wafted through the dimly lit interior.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ER1NXiS0bh0

It was already in my head. Now it's stuck there.

Tawny Kitaen anyone?

Traveling carny strippers with a "No fingers, only tongues" rule ranks high on my list of things I wish I didn't know.

I have about 15 good stories and 3 home runs. I was waiting for a nsfw stamp for pictures. I was stunned you would start a thread like this without a nsfw tag.

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Originally Posted by exsparky

I have about 15 good stories and 3 home runs. I was waiting for a nsfw stamp for pictures. I was stunned you would start a thread like this without a nsfw tag.

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The original intention was for stories. Plus, I've never started a NSFW thread before. If it evolves into trip reports, we'll obviously need to add a NSFW tag.

My favorite has the ex mayor of georgetown in it. That one might be worth a new thread.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koleen...er%20notoriety.

https://www.google.com/search?q=Kole...w=1024&bih=877

a thread about strippers is probably not suitable for a lot of work places as is

but a NSFW tag would be a good idea

^Half the insanity posted in the PR qualifies as NSFW. I suppose it depends on whether you click on a page with fish pictures or carni pictures at the moment your boss walks by.

Btw, I have no idea how to add a NSFW tag. Do I have to file a request with management?

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Originally Posted by Timberridge

^Half the insanity posted in the PR qualifies then. I suppose it depends on whether you click on a page with fish pictures or carni pictures at the moment your boss walks by.

Btw, I have no idea how to add a NSFW tag. Do I have to file a request with management?

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PM Rontele?

Holy shit... where do I begin?

SLC, UT 2002
That first Summit. Post pow day parking lot beers at the Alta lot somehow transmogrified into a mission to find an exotic-dancing establishment. (Keep in mind this was half a decade before smartphones and shit)

"I know a spot" claimed a he-who-shall-not-be named magg, and like a Pied Piper of Perverts, he led a caravan of Tacomas and Subarus to the spot.

Pretty soon a gaggle of a dozen or so maggs (Me, Pinner, Tyrone, Clack, Greydon Clark, Kush, plus our gracious local hosts <insert your name here if you were there>), found ourselves in a seedy strip club, downing $10 Bud Lights as a sassy lil thing strut her stuff on stage.

The performance was on par with what you'd expect from a seedy Salt Lake strip club. Seats were 6 feet away from stage, no touching, and the bikini bottom stayed on. This plus the overall shitty vibe of the not-so-exotic-dancer half-assedly trying to gyrate to Ginuwine meant that the maggs were tight with their dollar dollar bills. At this point we can't believe we had wasted 2 rounds on the shitty Bud Light,.

You could hear the record scratch at the end of the music as the dancer picked up and counted her abysmal haul before having a tourette's meltdown. With pinpoint accuracy she called out everyone who did not tip her. "FOURTEEN DOLLARS? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT! YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU , YOU, YOU and YOU.... GET OUT!!!!!"

We looked around, shrugged our shoulders, and looked to see if the next dancer would be better. But there were no other dancers there. Just Lil Miss Hissy Fit having a hissy fit.

We ended up taking our business elsewhere... the only problem was, there was no business elsewhere.

And that was the first and only time we got kicked out of a strip club.

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Originally Posted by Superstar Punani

Holy shit... where do I begin?

SLC, UT 2002
That first Summit. Post pow day parking lot beers at the Alta lot somehow transmogrified into a mission to find an exotic-dancing establishment. (Keep in mind this was half a decade before smartphones and shit)

"I know a spot" claimed a he-who-shall-not-be named magg, and like a Pied Piper of Perverts, he led a caravan of Tacomas and Subarus to the spot.

Pretty soon a gaggle of a dozen or so maggs (Me, Pinner, Tyrone, Clack, Greydon Clark, Kush, plus our gracious local hosts <insert your name here if you were there>), found ourselves in a seedy strip club, downing $10 Bud Lights as a sassy lil thing strut her stuff on stage.

The performance was on par with what you'd expect from a seedy Salt Lake strip club. Seats were 6 feet away from stage, no touching, and the bikini bottom stayed on. This plus the overall shitty vibe of the not-so-exotic-dancer half-assedly trying to gyrate to Ginuwine meant that the maggs were tight with their dollar dollar bills. At this point we can't believe we had wasted 2 rounds on the shitty Bud Light,.

You could hear the record scratch at the end of the music as the dancer picked up and counted her abysmal haul before having a tourette's meltdown. With pinpoint accuracy she called out everyone who did not tip her. "FOURTEEN DOLLARS? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT! YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU , YOU, YOU and YOU.... GET OUT!!!!!"

We looked around, shrugged our shoulders, and looked to see if the next dancer would be better. But there were no other dancers there. Just Lil Miss Hissy Fit having a hissy fit.

We ended up taking our business elsewhere... the only problem was, there was no business elsewhere.

And that was the first and only time we got kicked out of a strip club.

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This is an example of a great story--one where a person is forced to use their imagination. I think pictures might ruin it.

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Originally Posted by Timberridge

This is an example of a great story--one where a person is forced to use their imagination. I think pictures might ruin it.

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agreed. most strip club pictures not taken in Montreal are gonna be depressing.

Got to chill with JaVale McGee at Shotgun Willies one night after a nugs cavs game. JaVale showed up with his own girls, and 3 bricks of 1's. My man was a strip club veteran. Saturday night with saturday's talent.

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Originally Posted by neufox47

I was at a bachelor party in Northern Wisconsin. There was a strip club called the Great Outdoors or something 45 minutes away.

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Was this in Hurley, WI perhaps?



No stripper stories, but I've only been to a few peeler bars, ever... Probably the most memorable was the Deja Vu in downtown Minneapolis or St. Paul (whichever side of the river it was on). 3 college boys go in and get a really cute stripper farm girl doing lap dances and table dances.
Another place with not so cute strippers, but girls my sister went to high school with dancing and stretchy was the "Paradise Club" on Wisconsin Ave. near the Fox River Mall in Appleton, WI and just next door the Mexican chain restaurant, Chi-Chi's...seemed fitting. Nasty cinder block building with no windows, long gone, but I'm sure whoever owned it made big bank when they sold the land as it was there before the commercial.
I don't think I was ever to the KitKatKlub on BlackCat road in Nampa, ID, but I do know someone who "worked" there and at the place on lower Fairview Ave. that served the best finger steaks, and she is now a cardiology PA. Let's just say I never mind working with cardiology.