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Like the prior reviewer, I'm not hard to please. Give me some decent looking women who are up for a moderate amount of extras that offer fair services for fair money. I'll freely spend the dough if I feel I'm getting a good value. I pulled in just after they reopened post covid shutdown. Two girls were there and they were pretty sweet. However they were fully clothed and focused on the gaming system. Left after one drink. Met the new manager in the parking lot. Super-cool dude who assured me he'd have a bevy of willing and able ladies working there in a couple weeks. Said he'd buy my first drink if I came back and gave the club another chance. Hell yeah!!! Wasn't able to get back for a couple months, but I did get back a few Saturdays ago. Manager was not there. I did receive a reasonable pat-down from one of the two large African-American men at the door and paid the $5 cover. I'm a white guy who appreciates ladies of every ethnicity. Three African-American women were working and they certainly took care of themselves. No Naomi Campbells but strong and fit ladies. I sat at the bar and to my left was one gentlemen engaged with a dancer who allowed FIV right there in front of everyone. I figured I was in the right place. A young lady approached me and immediately started giving a good grind on my junk. You could call her a spinner if she wasn't so tall. I tipped her a few bucks and she invited me into the VIP, and I happily followed with high expectations. While she did allow my hands to roam after I asked permission, there was no reciprocation. No big deal until she asks if I wish to keep going as we're at dance number five. WTF? We've been back here just over five minutes!!! Turns out she considered what happened at the bar two dances and we were at three in the VIP. She states I currently owe her $150.00. I will tell you this dancer didn't earn $50 in my opinion, let alone $150.00. I briefly considered tossing her $60.00 and bolting for the door. But I am not a big guy. No way I could take even one of those bruisers let alone two should things escalate. Gave her $160.00 and asked for my change (which I never do). "What, no tip???" I rolled my eyes, accepted my losses and split. I will never return if that's a representation of their dancers.

Damn, I feel bad filling out this review, I really do. My standards aren't so high and I'm normally easy to please. That said, I'm forced to give it pretty bad ratings in every category. I visited this place a couple months ago, just before COVID got big and everything shut down, but I'll try and recount it as accurately as possible. It was my first time in this club. I only started getting into the strip club scene in the past year, and so far even though not every place was my favorite, and sometimes I just went in, enjoyed a few beers and went home, I never actually had a terrible time. That all changed with Pinky's. I had driven past a few times, and despite seeing the other bad reviews on here, I was curious so I decided to swing by. I'll admit as a shy and scrawny white dude I was at least a bit intimidated of getting out of my car. A bunch of people were just sitting in their cars outside blasting music (nothing to be afraid of, but again, I'm a shy and scrawny white dude. It is a black club, but I'd have been just as intimidated if everyone outside was white). Finally I got up and went inside. Dude at the door looked surprised to see me and it was obvious I didn't fit in. But I paid the $5 cover and took a seat at the bar. The bartender (a dude) was chatting with some other regulars, so I turned around to enjoy the dancing and- what? No dancing? On a Friday night? There were a few dancers hanging around, but all just deep in their phones. I wasn't that disappointed either though, every dancer was massive, and the curves were *not* in all the right places. Bartender finally got my order and brought me a beer (another $5), and while sitting there I noticed the 2 drink minimum behind the bar. Normally I don't cry over spending an extra $5, but I didn't want to waste it here. I drank my beer on the quicker side, and kept scanning the room in case someone was gonna start dancing, or some pretty girls would come out... but neither happened. Everyone just ignored me and there was no dancing whatsoever. I kept sipping on my beer until the front guy stepped away to talk to someone, pulled out my phone like I just got a call and needed to talk outside, and high-tailed it to my car. I probably didn't need to because I doubt anyone would've said anything, but again - I'm a shy, scrawny white dude that's afraid of everything. I jumped in the car and headed to the Doll House for the last hour or two before they closed, and had a much better time.

Checked out the remodeled Stud's Pub only to find out the male restroom is a portable potty outside. VIP is small with no real privacy, small bench seats with no way for the dancer to straddle you. One bartender, who worked the bar and the floor A+ for her efforts and service. Performers on-hand, Rain, a thick light skin AA, gold and brown with some blue long braids, looks mixed, and nice big ass. Tiffany, spinner brown skin AA shoulder length brunette. Coco, tall brown skin AA, long straight hair in ponytail, fat jiggly ass, soft, gives okay dance, talked about random shit during dance, killed the mood. Cherrie, light skin AA with braids nice ass and body not slim not big. Mercedes, white with brown hair, slim, not spinner but nice body, Kimora, Blonde, looks Asian, Hawaiian maybe Philippian, nice body. Overall visit, okay, probably won’t return.

So I was mistaken previously thinking they were closing, they were remodeling. So I stopped in as I was in the area to see if there was real improvement or just lipstick on a pig. The layout appears to have not changed at all. Some paint, glittery pictures and a few other things. Maybe refabbed the stage, not sure. But everything is right where it was; bar in the same place, stage in the same place, tables in the same place, eyc. Jukebox may have been moved. The worst thing? No dancers. Not one. At 6:30 pm. On a Saturday. I shit you not. The slightly chunky yet cute bartender was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. There was no eye candy at all. What's a bikini bar with no bikinis?

I hate writing reviews of short visits, but sometimes information just needs to be shared. I arrived at the club around 8pm, with cash in pocket and ready to get to know the place. I also rarely find previous reviews of clubs to paint a complete picture of the state of affairs, but in this case other reviewers have more or less summed up the problems with this club. Pure in simple, I felt like I was in a black club and a no-energy dead one at that. The four girls who were on the floor were all black and each one had either a body or a face deficiency of some type which made them unattractive. Two of them were bigger than I like. Now there were also two white girls at the bar drinking in street clothes, but I have no idea if they were dancers or not. The stage stayed empty for the entire hour that I was there, with everyone happy with hanging out at the bar, drinking and smoking (including me). A few notes on the layout: The place is small, with an L shaped bar near the entrance and the stage on the opposite end of the club. The bathroom, such as it is, is right near the bar. The parking lot is small, but sufficient for the small number of cars in the lot when I arrived. I wish I could say more, but the only action at all was at the bar, so there was really no reason to explore the club further. The final nail in the coffin for me was the pricing. I payed $10 at the door and $13 for a tiny "double shot" Jack on the rocks that wouldn't qualify as a single shot drink almost any place else I club in J'ville. The liquor was served in tiny plastic water cups, no doubt to make the drink look bigger while at the same time not providing patrons with weapons to use on one another. After an hour of finding no redeeming qualities whatsoever, including really sub-par talent and over-priced liquor, I had enough and went elsewhere.

It really seems like that is where dancers go when they can't get a job anywhere else. The club itself isn't bad and the VIP room has been upgraded from a chair and some sheets hanging down to a separate room with three booths. But if the dancer is pretty, body is questionable at best or vice-versa. Or maybe just past their prime and maybe should consider a different line of work. Which sometimes can work to your advantage though, because they're willing to work harder for their money by getting their customers harder. But after visiting a half-dozen times or so (close to work), I've never had a 'great' time. Just average lap dances with a little hiney-shaking and boobs in the face. When I visit a club I'm ready to drop a couple hundred, and I generally make it known by tipping fives and tens while the girls are on stage to make it known. For the money, you can have a much better time elsewhere. ***Update*** Happened to drive by Stud's yesterday and the sign was being taken down. Don't know if they're closed or if they're getting a new sign.

I can safely say that I was not planning on visiting Stud's Pub due to their long history of poor reviews and poor experiences from past patrons. It was on the night that Gold Club had their pre-grand opening party, which my friend and I had left around 11pm after enough celebration was had. We were driving aimlessly and somehow ended up somewhere around Orange Park, and he informed me of a club that he hadn't been to in over a decade by Merril road. After enough searching, we found the Escape Showbar - a club I had completely forgotten existed until then. There were two thuggish looking men (long dirty white tees, slouching pants, the whole getup) that were talking to each other at the front door who stared us down for a moment when we pulled up and eventually went back in the club. Since there wasn't a whole lot of recent info on Escape, I wasn't sure if this place was worth the visit, but as soon as we stepped inside, my question was answered. It was very dark, empty, and I probably inhaled more weed than oxygen. You couldn't even see the rest of the club until you walked through the wooden walkway, which we couldn't do since the 'doorman' immediately walked up and asked for a $7 cover from each of us. Peeking behind him, it looked like a guy and his friend were casually rolling a blunt, and beside them was a dancer that did not look enthusiastic in the slightest to see us at the door. My friend and I immediately changed our minds about going in and excused ourselves from the bar. Consider this paragraph a mini review since we were only there for less than a minute. I don’t even think it was a whole 30 seconds. After some more riding around Westside, my friend decided that we should go to Stud’s, since he apparently knew one of the bartenders that worked there. I’m already feeling dread before we even reached the bar, since I HAVE heard about this place. Nothing too bad like having a shooting or whatever, but I’ve been told much more bad than good. We reached the parking lot, which was about half-ish full - even though I didn’t know the customer to dancer car ratio. I mentally prepared myself by lowering my expectations so that maybe I wouldn’t be as disappointed as people kept telling everyone they would be. We stepped inside and approached the door man, a slim older looking man with a Gandolf beard in the making. I think the cover for each of us was $5 or $6, but I really don’t recall. After paying, we went straight for the bar. I will say, I was impressed by the drink prices. Usually, I favor a Long Island Iced Tea when I go bar hopping, and the bartender (who wasn’t the girl my friend was looking for) enlightened us on the night’s specials; one of them being a whole pitcher of long island for $12 - which is usually what competing clubs want you to pay for one tall or medium glass! We went with the pitcher, and both of us were able to refill our glasses about 3 times before it got empty, and I was able to accumulate a good buzz despite that the liquor wasn’t top shelf. Once drinks were ordered and out of the way, I brought my attention to the rest of the bar. Like most of the comments say, it did appear very divey. While the bar was on the left hand side of the room, the stage, pool tables, and any other entertainment was on the right side, with the DJ booth/jukebox(?) being against the middle of the back wall. In front of the stage were about 3 rows of these somewhat tattered foldable economy chairs that you could probably pick up at your local Walmart. I don’t know if anyone else took notice of this, but around the center of the ceiling is a wooden beam that blocks half of your view of the stage if you’re sitting at the bar, so you can only see the dancer on stage from the waist down unless you get up for a closer look. In this case, getting a closer look at the dancers was not my top priority. There were 5 girls total working this night, all of them being white and possibly in the 30s to past due age, and 4 out of 5 of them were quite literally out of shape, though two of them did have a pretty face if you’re not ALL about the body shape at whatever club you go to. They were only called up on stage once in a blue moon since there were only about ten other customers in the room just doing their own thing rather than paying attention to the girls, but when they did go on stage, the dancing was not that motivated unless someone went up to the railing to tip them directly, then it was back to hip swaying here and there, twerking here and there… and all of them only danced to hip hop The 5th girl was the one my friend and I had our attention on out of the numbers. A very petite and pale brunette named Nikki, who had been catering to another customer until she saw us at the bar. Her hair was curly and reached her bum, she had very tiny tits with blueberry-like nipples to match, and a somewhat high pitched voice. Because we already observed what all this bar had to offer as long as we were draining our long island pitcher, we didn’t talk for too long before asking her for a dance. She ran to go tell door guy to take her off the stage rotation for a song, and he told her to charge both of us $25 if we were going back there together. Kind of suckish (and she agreed), but it was something we rubbed off quickly, since it wasn’t like there were any other girls we were going to spend money on. She leads us to the private dance room which was located right by the pool tables. There was no door or curtain to ward off nosey passerbies and there were only three booths in the room to use. Guess the room isn’t in high demand most of the time. She sat us in the booth farthest from the entrance and we waited for the next song to begin. For a moment, she tugged my shirt up so that she could admire my set of girls and briefly play with them through my bra before setting my shirt back down, saying she could get in trouble if the manager walked by and saw me exposed. I gave her points for the dare, regardless. The song begins, and she removes her tiny bikini top before crawling across the laps of my friend and I, rubbing her body along ours like a cat in heat yearning for some pets along her skin. Very soft, slow motion, though her dance was a little tame - possibly out of fear of being ‘caught’ doing anything too risque. Not to mention there was one guy out by the pool tables that would occasionally just glance in the room to watch us like it was nothing (really, dude?), and I didn’t want him to get that kind of show anyway - considering this was the PRIVATE dance area. Though unfortunately, you can’t demand a lot of privacy in this case. Nikki shared our dislike to the peeping tom that wouldn’t stay focused on his game, but eventually he stopped trying to watch. Once our song ended, we gave Nikki her service fee and eventually met back up at the bar after she gave the club their share of the money. It was hitting midnight and she was apparently getting off of work early, but she whispered in my ear that she was going to give me her number, insisting that she would love her have her way with me OTC. I took her number, but had/have no plans of contacting her. For one, I don’t do casual hook-ups with anyone I’ve only known for 15 minutes. Secondly, I don’t pay for sex (not shaming anyone that does!). I was unable to differentiate which of the two options she was insinuating with me, but I took her number and wished her a good and safe rest of the night. I had one more drink before I saw her dressed and heading out with one of the customers that was playing pool, and I attempted to make no assumptions - unlike my friend who almost immediately murmured “Probably her drug dealer”. LOL. Anyways. I was thoroughly surprised that this bar wasn’t as bad as I feared it was going to be initially, but I’m sure I won’t be going back. Very good with their drink prices, but if you’re solely looking for some R&R with some dancers, I’d definitely suggest another club.

This is an old time dive bar that seems to survive because it is in a relatively high traffic area. I did not have to pay to park, and there was no fee to enter for my late afternoon visit. There were two thicker white dancers who were in their 30s, and they were sitting at the bar. It did not seem that the dancers had the desire to get on stage. I cannot really blame them since there was only one other customer. The dancer offered a $25 dance with a bit of a half-hearted sell. I was not interested in getting dances because the VIP area did not seem to be all that private. I doubt that I will return.

The name makes you think of a low-end dive, right? Well, that’s exactly what this place is. Stopped by at about 3:30 on a Tuesday afternoon. There was no one manning the door, so I walked in without paying a cover charge. It was dark inside, and after walking in from the bright Florida sun, I was temporarily blind. I stood just inside the door a minute while I regained my eyesight so I wouldn’t trip over anything. When my sight returned, I saw a short bar to the left, stage to the right, seating in between. The stage was elevated and had an unusual rail that was waist high to the dancer, if there had been a dancer on stage, which there wasn’t. There were four customers at the bar: two middle age black guys, one older white PL type, and one white biker looking dude. There were two white dancers hanging out at the bar. Both looked to be late thirties or early forties, had ugly faces, and were shapeless, except for the curve of their beer bellies (or were they both pregnant?). I ordered a beer at the bar, which was $2.50. I assume it was a happy hour special. One of the dancers took to the stage while I was sipping on my beer. I only finished half my beer before I couldn’t take it any longer and left. I don’t know what this place is like at night, but if it’s anything like the day shift, stay away.

Had some time to kill between appointments and was close by, thought what the heck. I had not been here in 10 yrs. Place is still the same . Pulled in the parking lot and only about 4 cars and some others marked For Sale. Went inside and it was just like a trip in the time machine. No one on stage, 2 dancers..1 white..1 black, sitting at table, 2 women having a discussion with the bartender, and the bartender. Ordered a Bud Lite for 2.50 and listened to the BS about bitches disrespecting bitches. The stage has been improved since I last visited.. added a ramp and some LED rope lighting. Chairs surround it. I was the only customer and it was about 3:45. Finally both dancers approached me. The white girl was ugly and about 180 lbs. and the black girl was close to the same. I politely declined and finished my beer and left. This is an old school, no frills, neighborhood strip club. Fun can be had but not today for me.

I went on what should of been a busy time, around 11 or later on a Saturday, and yet there were relatively few patrons. Of those there were, most were at the bar: two were playing pool, there would be the occasional guy who took a lap dance, and in the about 30-45 minutes I was there only one person sat in the rows of seats arranged before the stage. One stripper would dance to one or two songs at a time and then switch out. Of the ones I paid attention to their dances were unenthusiastic but the strippers were very much one of my types and if you like thick girls, BBWs, and/or Latinas then they would be up your alley too. As there was for the most part nobody sitting in the stage aisles, I felt uncomfortable watching the performing stripper from there as I didn't have any money to tip and there was no one else to pick up the slack. However like I said I did love the fact that the strippers tended to be thick or very thick Latinas. One, especially, had amazingly big breasts and ass, she also had quite a stomach, which for me is no problem and actually a plus. The one I mentioned was kind of lap dancing/gyrating/bouncing on a guy at a bar for a while, (which was fun to watch) so I suspect the venue is more relaxed as opposed to super regimented. You might like this if your in more of a chill mood like I was. I did really enjoy the music which was a mix. They played R&B, rap, latin, and electronic (AWOL Nation's Sail) and had a decent enough sound system to get you into it. Since it was pretty slow I was kind of anxiously anticipating getting hustled, which I really wasn't in the mood for. Fortunately, although the strippers and staff were friendly they weren't pushy. One did come over and shake by me, which was cool but I also felt kind of awkward because I wasn't going to spend any money other than on the door fee and required drink (5.00 door, cheapest drink 2.50 PBR) Overall if you want some good pole dancing, go elsewhere, but if you like thick girls and/or Latinas, don't really want competition, and want to tip a girl to kind of bounce her boobs and ass on you at the bar, maybe even some dry hump, while you chill out and maybe have a drink with your friends when your more in that kind of mood, this could be a pretty good spot. Maybe after work would be good, they say they have the best happy hour in town or something. True or not, I don't know. You'll have to see.

The outside of Studs is actually decent. It has the original signage, c. 80's, which actually gives it a lot of cred. The inside leaves a lot to be desired. The bartender, Ariana, is cool. Has a great personality and used to be a dancer. I went here on a Monday and Tuesday night (back-to-back) and Monday was actually better. This is a typical locals bar. On Monday night, I had 3 beers over 30 minutes and was never approached by a dancer. They were all sitting with their favorite customer. The bartender told me Tuesday's were awesome so I left with the idea that I would return the next night and so I did. Tuesday's weren't awesome. Dancers were again with their regulars. Except there was 1 AA dancer that either was high on something gnarly or was in a very bad mental state. At one point the bar tender threatened to cut her off. There was a decent looking blonde, but she also had some drama. She left soon after I arrived because she also go mad at the bartender. Just a reminder, the bartender is the coolest one in the joint at this time. Ended up getting a dance from another AA girl that was into the goth scene. I think her name was Cherry. Good looking girl but nothing memorable. All in all, I'd rate my experience a 3 out of 10.