Following the demise of the Crazy...

Following the demise of the Crazy Horse Too many moons ago, the title of "hottest strip club" moved onto The Spearmint Rhino which now is the home of the best looking, sexiest dancers in the most pleasant setting. Plenty of other strip clubs in Vegas, but this is the benchmark against which all others are judged and, so far, despite many efforts, all others have been coming up short. Do not complain about how much you have to pay to get in. Do not complain about how much the drinks cost. Do not complain about how aggressive the girls can be. Pay the money, buy the drink and be ready to say "no thank you" to all the girls who come up to you, rubbing their breasts against you, gently kneeing that area between your legs. Be ready to say "no thank you" until the right one comes along. You'll know which one. When I was in there, her name, she said, was "Marilyn." No, I'm not kidding, that's what she said her name was. While she was whispering her name in my ear, she thoughtfully pressed up against my shoulder and allowed her boobs to move back and forth so that I could develop an awareness of their size and firmness. Which I did. The private would dance was a hundred bucks. I would gladly have stayed for more and spent a few more hundreds, but I achieved that Great Relaxation in the middle of the 3rd dance and then headed out. Can't believe folks complain about this place. It's heaven.