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JackKash

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Back in bygone days it seems now, the clubs were all about the show.<br />
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Before Table Dances, then Lap Dances, then VIP and Champagne Rooms, there was the Show. I still enjoy it and have lamented it&#39;s mostly demise, the girls come and go off the stage so quickly now, there&#39;s barely a dance and literally, there&#39;s barely a dance.<br />
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My recent trip to Las Vegas brought me back to my favorite club, Crazy Horse III. You had your lazy dancers, you had your porn dancers - pushing their crotch into the faces on pervert row and then there were the rock dancers. This club mostly plays hip hop which I can&#39;t really stand and don&#39;t understand why they do because when they have the rock dancers, static electricity fills the air and the place comes alive.<br />
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The Show, I remembered. It was once all about the show for me. This one night a dancer, maybe a bit worn, tattooed on her pale skin with the battles and momentos of the years past like a soldier with medals took the small stage. She had short, shockingly bleached blond hair that glowed colors when hit by the scanning lights. She danced severly, strongly and with almost angery purpose to the metal coming out of the speakers. She looked like she could take out the whole room without too much effort. Me and the three dancers sitting with me were transfixed. It almost seemed like you wouldn&#39;t dare take your eyes off her lest she swipe you across the face to regain your attention. I managed to give her a fiver though she deserved more and all I could muster, &quot;You&#39;re awesome.&quot; She smiled and for a moment her severity became pretty.<br />
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The show. It was once all about the show - dancers behind the bars strutting back and forth - then they came out from behind those bars and onto satellite stages amongst the chairs, dancing seductively, sinewy - then similarly with table dances and from there it has been reduced to bouncing on laps, drunken groping and tits in the face and the show has been lost. Revived now mostly in an acceptable form through some of the legit shows in Vegas that just like all of them, are mear less pure and poor copies of an orignal.</div>