A Visit to Silicone Valley

When I visited Brad's Brass Flamingo back in its heyday, one of the things that always jumped out at me was how many dancers there had implants. Big, obviously fake, boobs. I didn't necessarily mind, though some had such a torpedo-like shape and horizontal orientation to their G-cups that they barely looked like boobs anymore.

My last trip to Scores may have challenged my assertion that circa 2010 Brad's was the be-all and end-all of implants. Holy cow, the fake boobs. Fake boobs everywhere.

A few visit details, first. Arrived about 20 past midnight to an absolutely packed house. Getting to a bar was a challenge as both were packed about two-deep with people. There was no room to stand along the counter in the back behind the long, plush couch, either. The dancers, 35-40 in count or so, were doing four-song rotations, it seemed: One song on stage with the top on, another top off, then two songs on one of the satellite stages, the 'main' stage by the bar or the 'VIP' stage by the VIP area. The satellite stages are such that they're easy enough to get to if you want to tip a girl, but also tend to have enough space around them for you to back away if you don't want to tip, so they made up two of my three regular stops as I meandered the place to check things out; the third was in the back near the rear stairwells to the side bar, restrooms and couch area. Even on a crowded night, this approach worked pretty well. You could tip the dancers you wanted to tip and possibly even get their attention, but stay away from the ones you didn't want to tip. Plus, there was usually good traffic of dancers by the back stairwell coming out of the couch room.