Hmm. They call this...

Hmm. They call this the best strip club in Atlanta. You clearly must be joking. My review is just about the same as "Bengalhawk"'s review. I really wasn't too interested in going to this club as I've read hundreds of reviews about this place and pretty much knew what to expect. I hit 2 other clubs up before this one and was not impressed at all. I've been in Atlanta a little over a year now and have never even considered going to Follies even after all the "great" reviews about it. To me, the club sounded like a sausage fest with alot of horny men with theirn cocks hanging out their pants hoping to get laid. I arrived at this club at 12 am and had to wait outside in a line until 12:30 am. I hate waiting in lines at any club especially a titty club.

Anyways, got frisked went in and the place was jam packed. I should have figured it would be like that on a Saturday midnite morning. I had to stand up by the bar until a seat became available some 20 minutes later. There were about 40 plus girls in there. I say about 60% black and the rest were white or asian or polynesian or something. Girls looked like 7-8 types. No fatties. Thank God. I saw some nice booties and nice tits but didn't see any of the high mileage dances these reviewers have been raving about. The dances were regular dances that I've seen hundreds of times at many other clubs. I wasn't too impressed initially. The girls made there rounds around the club but most seem to just ignore you (or I guess just me) and head straight for the regulars or those with whom they were familiar with. I got asked by 2 black girls for a dance and took each up on the offer. I wasn't impressed at all. One of their asses didn't smell to up to par. They mainly just shook it in my face and sat in my lap lightly. Nothing that made me ask for another dance. They both were 1's and done.

There was this nice booty brown skinned girl that I wanted to get a dance from but I saw her dancing for someone else and it was mainly an air dance. She just shook it in his face and bent over and give him a good look at the snatch. He was bending his head over too, like a perv, so he could get a good look. She never even sat in the poor fellows lap one time. I just coat uldn't let my money off for an air dance. Ok, after a while I was booted from my seat at a table and was told that some local rappers were going to sit there. I then decided to head for the seats against the walls that reviewers often rave about. Those dances in my honest opinion were nothing to write home about. I finely got a seat in the back corner against the wall as people were infront of me kind of blocking off my vision. No girls approached me the whole hour and a half I was back there. It looked like I was either transparent or the girls from what I saw were only looking for their regulars.