A Place where Nasty is the Upside. Don't Ask about the Downside.

This place is a little disgusting. Like you go to take a piss and notice a sink full of stale brown vomit disgusting. Maybe it was diarrhea. Wasn’t going to inspect it to figure out which it was. In fact this was a rare occasion where I decided not to wash hands and just sanitize at the car. Sometime before that I’d actually gotten dances. Club Paradise in San Antonio has the same owner, and also MGM. Think there are others, too. The roaches a Paradise weren’t great, but I heard a rumor they are fixing that place up a bit. Secrets could use a facelift, too. One of the couches was flipped over, and the dancer was afraid to touch it to try and get it rightside up again. So we just picked another VIP booth and off things went.

The club was deserted. Most of the time I was there I was the only customer. There were two dancers in the place. One was Sin and the other was batty. She had a name, too, but what’s the difference if you’re never going to visit. The front doors are glass and one of them is cracked up and down. For nightshift there is security at the door. Kind of looks like an actual cop, but the wrong question to ask a cop is if they’re a real cop. The sound system was on the fritz, and at one point a dancer was dancing to music playing off her cell phone. The stages were old, the furniture was old, but it had naked girls and lapdances and seemed like more of a club than Vanity Factory was when I visited there.

I suppose a club doesn’t have to look good to get the job done. There are lots of places you should visit, including places that aren’t even strip clubs, before you come here. If you must see the place for yourself, visit during the day. You’ve been warned.