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With the start of the New Year, I figured that it was time to write an updated version of my guide to mongering in Tijuana that I originally wrote in 2022 and revised last year. While a lot of the information is still the same, there is some new material concerning the sudden increase of the local police shaking…

Ah, the Cuban Stripper. Possibly the most polarizing kind of person that actually dances in the strip club. (Most polarizing non dancer staff? Bathroom attendants.) The lack of English, pretending to lack English, general lack of interest in OTC, drinking or drugs, forward but not pushy, coldness and shortness, focus on extras and various other cultural idiosyncrasies that are…

Throughout the course of 2024, I kept a running log of all of the private dances I got while visiting gentlemen’s clubs. I wanted to track my spending habits and see if there were any patterns in the appearances of the dancers I chose to get private lap dances with. In Google Sheets, I recorded the club’s name, the…

This is my first TUSCL article, and I'm writing it on a topic that I've been thinking about for over 30 years: what is classy or trashy in the context of strip clubs. This opinion piece is intended to generate responses and possibly ire. Many of you will object to some of my thoughts. Some may reject every sentiment…

HK has given me an opportunity to have sex with women way out of my league. Yes, I will be humble and admit it readily. That is the best thing about Zona Norte and I have earlier mentioned how the club helps men live out their fantasies. If we have time and means to do it, why not? There…

After the first night I met my ATF, we exchanged social media before I sent her home that first night we met. Eventually we graduated to phone numbers. We could DM/text/talk for hours about all kinds of things. I saw her in Follies then Vivide when it was a trash black club.

We hung OTC every couple of weeks…

I get, from personal experience, that we ought to take what dancers post online with a boulder of salt. When you patronize a dancer and see what they post or there peers post on social media it comes immediately apparently that its all a ruse because you know how they actually act in the club, and if they actually…

Its 2015. We're in The Last Days of Follies, which isn’t a Netflix special about the legendary ATL venue for men of culture and women who generally uh, are uncultured. I was a night shifter in those days, I had friends trying to make it in the record business. We were trying to get the buzz up in every…

The whole damn thing used to be a private affair. A gritty, seedy slice of American life, where the beer was cold, the lights were low, and the women—those beautiful, tragic, electric creatures—offered up their bodies for a few dirty bills and a dozen quick glares from the leering crowd. It was sacred, in a way. But somewhere between…