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I end most of my reviews with the acronym, YMMV. I do this for two reasons: 1. Just because that is the experience I had on that particular day at that particular club, with that particular dancer or dancers doesn't mean...

There is steak house close to the local arena in my city where I am a regular. Before games/shows/events me, possibly some friends and possibly a young lady who shakes her bum bum for blue bills tip the hostess, file...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

"Señor Arturrrrrro!" I exclaimed as I hopped into the front seat of the cab. I was fucking high, in the intoxicated sense as we'd just smoked big fat gallo californiano. But figuratively too. That evening, I'd had amazing sex, followed by...