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I've been to Showgirl Video on a few occasions, though I'm not entirely certain what it is that keeps me coming back. This particular visit was a few months back. As others have noted, this is by no means a traditional strip club. Rather, it is an adult "book store" with a peep show in that back room.

The place is located in old downtown, on Las Vegas Boulevard, almost right next to Gold and Silver Pawn - of "Pawn Stars" fame, and not too far from downtown hotels. It's got a seedy and slightly dangerous vibe to it. Given the glossy and polished nature of modern Las Vegas, this place is definitely a throwback to a bygone era, and its lack-of-class may well be its most charming attribute!

The first thing I noticed upon entering was a cement casting of Ron Jeremey's penis. (God lord, that hairy old bastard is packing some serious meat!) There were a few couples shopping for toys and an old guy working behind the counter. Otherwise the place seemed deserted. In general, the place was well-lighted and seemed, at least basically, to be clean. To get to the video arcade and peep show area, you have to pass through a turnstile and pay some nominal fee - a dollar into the machine, if memory serves me.

I checked out one of the video booths first. A dollar gets you a couple minutes of viewing time. In the area of internet porn, I really don't know why anyone would pay money to masturbate to out-dated porn, on a fuzzy screen, in a cramped booth. For me, though, its just part of taking in the whole experience Showgirl Video has to offer. (Plus, these places always make me a little nervous, so a few minutes alone to relax and wake up my friend between my legs, is helpful.)

Once I felt I was ready, I moved on to the live peep show. You put in $5 bucks or so to open the window and then there's another slot for tipping the "dancers". The "stage" is a messy, dirty disaster that I don't think a forensics team would want to run a black light over. There were panties and bras strewn here and there, a few dildos and vibrators laying around, the sound of a television in the background, and a huge ashtray, overflowing with lipstick-printed Marlboro lights and Kool menthols. A 20ish girl with long dark curly hair walked up to the window, and shoved her hairy crotch right up to the class. I tipped a $10, which was enough to keep interested for all of about 30 seconds. The next was in her early thirties, but arguable better looking and in better shape. I threw some more loot in her direction and it wasn't long before she went into the sales pitch for a private dance. I knew it was coming, and capitulated without hesitation. Since I'd already spanked it to this girl one time before, I opted for the two-girl private show.