Comments by eyeofodin (page 4)

electronman..... it's closed for good. It is a covid death not a just not open for business for the time being. A covid death may be a overstatement, it was struggle for years before it was forced to close by Dewine.

"Champagne Room but it is a closed-door most likely cameras also" --- yes the the bartender/owner watches like a hawk and is not bashful about letting you know she is watching.

Grand 1511: drink cost $6-$15 with specials some days, happy hour ends at 7 PM Dances : $25 on couches, but can negotiate down some on slow nights ( I think the house takes $5 per dance) Entry: I think around $7 Champagne room: not worth is... expensive for equal mileage on the couches and a camera in your face anything else grand 1511?

One dancer at my go to place has not been on stage in eleven years. She's the only dancer close to a straight up 9 with no make up on at the club. She makes the club more money in their cut on dances than any other dancer so they don't even make her pay out to not go on stage.

cankles and outie belly buttons dead lifeless shark eyes skinny fat (meth head or coke diet body) no tone at all

I need to change my answer to part two... neighborhoods and clubs are fluid, so if I have not been to the club in a year or two I do get something of importance out of the reviews.

Yes, not anything of importance to me, but I enjoy others perspectives.

shadowcat "How would I know and why would I care?" BINGO

In the early '90's ('92 or '93) a place called Pinky's on Brookpark Rd and W 150th in Cleveland was the location. It was a hard core dive that was open 24 hrs a day. Around 9:00 PM or maybe just a bit after that on a winter weeknight, a guy walks in and starts an argument with one of the daddy bag drainers that worked there. Pimp or Baby Daddy, I have no idea. Things get heated and he goes to slap or punch her, she dodges and pulls a Saturday night special out of her crown royal bag and pops off a round at him, missing but hitting the back bar. He bolts for the door and she follows with panties, heals and no top on, huge bbw breasts flopping with each step. They get outside and a few more shots are fired. Police sirens sound and lights flash, over the loud speaker of the police car you hear the cops giving orders and then the "suspect in custody" report. Everyone steps out to see the aftermath and the guy being shot at is shaking but OK and in cuffs, the dancer is thrown over the hood of a pick up with a guy sitting in the drivers seat eyes the size of platters. One cop is walking away with her gun and the other cops not with the guy being shot at are cuffing her and reading her the riot act. Talking with the guy in the pick up truck after the cops left the parking lot, he was backing in to a spot and a cop tackles the dancer on his hood, gun still in hand and pointing at him. Even that was not enough to discourage his visit to the nudie bar. Man was a true hardcore PL. Ends up the cops were going to do a vice raid on the place and were staging in the back corner of the parking lot when the gun play happened, so no vice raid but an arrest for attempted murder and discharge of a fire arm in city limits, I'm guessing. Three unmarked police cars and six officers in the parking lot as she was chasing and shooting, it was his luck day and thankfully no one was wounded or worse.

Back in the '90's and early '00's Alibi was a pretty safe place to go. There was a 24 hrs restaurant on the corner that would serve booze in coffee cups to folks that worked in the area bars and a few of Cleveland's finest after hours. Hence there was always a good police presence in the area. When the owner sold restaurant, the area became not so friendly after dark.

Jackslash -- you probably went to Circus Circus back then... Damn I miss that whore house red wallpaper.. Tiffany's is Christies now Micky Finn is Diamond Men's Club.now and Hustler bought Circus and it was relocated to the west bank of the flats. the old "theater / burlesque' on Short Vincent has been closed for close to 25 years. all the old longshoreman and biker clubs near downtown have been closed for around 30 years

Papi Shadowcat Sinclair Juice Nicespice

^Huntsman -- I agree 100%

I agree with Pistola

Teets on a bull, too stupid to know he’s boorish, delusional logic

Don’t boot “sexonwheels” off the dancer rolls.

"It’s all about the stripper. Some managers know how to attract and keep good talent." then you go on to state "provide an environment where they can consistently earn." which one is it? The quantity and quality of the customer (provide an environment where they can consistently earn) is equally as important as the dancers.... good quality dancer will go where the money is to be made. Chicken vs egg argument. "Treat them properly" is the only valid non contradictory point you made with one notable exception... if the club has high foot traffic and money beings spent freely, most dancers will put up with a certain level of management disrespect to make the money. I'm saying it's ethically right on mgt's part but just a part of the shady culture of SC's. flagooner is on point --- give the "good" customers an experience where they send money and the higher quality dancers will follow. you cannot attract and keep good dancers without good customers, no matter how dancer friendly the manager. To Flagooner's points I'd add: staff training, Dj's ability to read the crowd, safety both inside and outside the club, and many other intangibles that keep the quality customers coming back. Most bad managers are a result of bad ownership, or a miss directed ownership vision for the club. For the most part managers or GM's are not trained in hospitality/entertainment management and don't understand the economics or HR side of their jobs, because the owners don't want professional management because they would have to pay them a competitive wage in the hospitality /entertainment industry and provide the legal protections for violations in contractual agreements.

Good SC lighting and makeup adds one, two, or three rating points. A civie 4 and be a 6 or 7 with good lighting and a house mom that know what she is doing makeup wise.

In all seriousness, if you ever get invited to a stripper Amish barn party -- GO, it's an experience you will never forget and a story you can tell your friends about for years to come. One was a lot of fun and one not so much--- boozes seems to be the determining factor - too much and it gets ugly fast. The booze filled ones are wild, but stay by the door and be ready to make a quick exit when the fighting starts, the elders show up, sheriff rolls up, or they just decide that even though you have been invited by one of theirs -- you are still English and they are drunk up and looking for a fight. Or all four events happen with in a couple of minutes of each other -- either run like hell or get behind the sheriff's truck.

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

No it was not booby trap. That place I have fond memories of. It was downtown - no more than six or eight blocks from joe Lewis center. First floor of a two or three story brick building and small. 500-600 square feet. A real shit hole. Ran into a buddy from my past and neither of us can remember the places name. Dizzy duck does not sound correct

"Saturday Boy" --- always remember you are a "customer" personally: "Gotta Kill Captain Stupid" (edited lyrics) [Mike Muir/Mike Clark] Ah damn, we got a lot of stupid people Doing a lot of stupid things Thinking a lot of stupid thoughts And if you want to see one Just look in the mirror Brothers killing brothers, what up with that? Can't you see they're laughing, that ain't funny Babies making babies, that ain't love You just got screwed over, get some respect And I don't understand why People be bringin' Captain Stupid in their lives Treating him like a superhero Glorifying him when he ain't nothing but a superpunk And you see, you're the one who's gonna have to stop him 'Cause you're the one that started him Oh, what's that? So now you say life sucks Well, ninety-nine percent of it's What you make of it... So if your life sucks, you suck What's that crap you're smoking, playing the fool Waste your life for nothing, when you're something What the hell you thinking, mind pollution Got to get back control, it's your life fool What's that now? Ah, so you're scared to do something about it Well, you better be scared not to do something about it Because if you don't kill Captain Stupid Captain Stupid gonna kill you Got to kill Captain Stupid...fool

This song has served me well in going to SC's. Billy Bragg – The Saturday Boy Lyrics I'll never forget the first day I met her That september morning was clear and fresh The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes And the way she rubbed herself Against the edge of my desk She became a magic mystery to me And we'd sit together in double History twice a week And some days we'd walk the same way home And it's surprising how quick A little rain can clear the streets We dreamed of her and compared our dreams But that was all that I ever tasted She lied to me with her body you see I lied to myself 'bout the chances I'd wasted The times we were close Were far and few between In the darkness at the dances in the school canteen Did she close her eyes like I did As we held each other tight And la la la la la la la la means I love you She danced with me and I still hold that memory Soft and sweet And I stare up at her window As I walk down her street But I never made the first team, I just made the first team laugh And she never came to the phone She was always in the bath I had to look in the dictionary To find out the meaning of unrequited While she was giving herself for free At a party to which I was never invited

Only flagooner --"ALL THE NICE BOYS LOVE SEA MEN" was the ad for Frankie goes to Hollywood

The place had free standing, only floor mounted poles, around the edges of the stage. This little refrigerator with a head gets a running start to swing on one of the poles. She jumps, makes good connection and starts to spin. As her sizable heft starts to get her over perverts row, you could hear the bolts snapping and see the bolt heads fly into the air. Three young guys , early twenties, are sitting in the landing zone with looks of terror as the she-hippo and pole are falling in their direction. All three, independent of each other, push their chairs backwards and the dancer and pole land where the lads where sitting. Unfazed the bouncing bowling ball climbs back on stage and finishes her set. The look on the faces of the potential landing pads was priceless and she didn’t seem to hurt herself