First of all, this place has...

First of all, this place has to have the dumbest setup of any strip club I've ever been to. (And, yes, I have been to the Industrial Strip.) It appears to have been devised by a guy with Asperger syndrome. Someone with absolutely no appreciation of the kind of atmosphere and interaction that makes strip clubs fun and sexually stimulating, aside from providing physical contact with an unclothed woman in three minute increments. Any fun you might have here will be in spite of all the absurd rules.

The worst rule is that you can't ask a dancer for a dance. If you decide you want one, you have to go up to a window and tell an old fat dude. You tell him the name of the dancer and how many dances you want, and he sells you that many tickets. Then another flunky comes up with a clipboard and writes down her name and the number, and writes her name on each ticket. Then he calls out to the girl that she's got to dance for you. I swear I am not making this shit up.

So, this means you have to decide beforehand how many dances you want each time you pick a girl. You can't just buy a bunch of tickets and use them with whomever you want. And if you were to buy, say, three tickets and then in the heat of the moment decide that you'd like to keep going, you would have to stop and go through the whole process with the flunkies all over again--unlike at any club I've been to that's any good, where you can just go with the flow.