Dank, Dark, Dirty Fun!

Centerfolds is a reliable venue where, if you’re not too picky about your companion, you can reliably get most anything your filthy little heart desires. When you walk in to Centerfolds, you are immediately met with a veil of darkness and a strong whiff of decadence. It’s odd that decadence should have an odor, but having sampled dens of depravity on six continents, I can assure you that you can usually tell whether a club is a “happening place” when you first walk in just from the smell.

The next thing you will notice as you feel your way through the darkness in search of a table is that everything seems to be encased in a layer of grime, stickiness and neglect.

There are some New York City subway stations that are cleaner than Centerfolds.