I went to the Brass Flamingo...

I went to the Brass Flamingo on a Tuesday evening about 8 o’clock in the evening. The club is right off of US 19, the main drag in this part of Florida. I paid an $8 cover. The inside has two bars, one on the back wall and one on the right as you enter the main room. The poled main stage is in the center of the room, raised three feet off of ground level. In one corner of the main stage is a small raised platform with a pole. This serves as the on-deck circle for the next dancer to take the main stage. I was impressed with the interior of the club; it was clean and comfortable. I sat on a couch most of my visit. The music was a mix of pop, rock, and rap. The DJ was decent for a strip club MC. Happy hour is noon to 8pm. Couples always get in for free here. The absence of a bathroom clown and wannabe gangstas was a plus.

The hotness of the girls was representative of a bell curve: one 9, a couple above average girls, lots of average girls, a couple of below average girls, and one that shouldn’t have been dancing. My biggest complaint would be that there were multiple dancers that were not HWP. There is nothing wrong with a girl with a slightly bigger (non-petite) frame, but she better have a good handful or better up top to go along with it. Anthill-size boobs don’t cut it. The door girl and the shot girl, Vanessa, were hotter than many of the dancers; too bad neither would get naked. I made my presence known by tipping girls at the stage that I had an interest in. I was easily the biggest tipper this particular night, but it was to no avail. In two and a half hours, only one dancer came by to sit with me. Dancers seemed to chill with their regulars between their stage sets and were not too interested in hustling dances, especially to new faces. I watched for over an hour as my primary target sat at the bar with an old guy that wasn’t doing anything more than buying her an occasional drink and talking her ears off. The experience was eerily similar to how interactions play out at the other Brass Flamingo in Indianapolis. I wrote off my visit to the Brass Flamingo as Sod’s Law and left for another club. I may give this place another try next time I am in Pasco County.