The Only Game in Town

When you are the only game in town, with the exception of the Glass Slipper next door, you don’t have to be awesome—it’s okay to be mediocre. That’s the way I always feel when I walk out of Centerfolds in Boston. It’s always “meh” and very forgettable. The overall set-up of this club, across three floors, is great! The physical environment is the best thing about Centerfolds. Then there are the girls. There are always hot girls at Centerfolds, the talent is top notch. But usually with the hotness also comes an attitude that goes along with it. I would rather a room full of 7’s with great personalities than a room full of bratty 10’s. Most of the girls that I talked to on this particular Friday night were getting their hustle on. Which is fine and to be expected on a Friday night during prime hunting hours. But when I tell you I’m not interested and recommend you go seek different prey, don’t give me a complete attitude and maybe be a little bit appreciative of the time I am trying to save you. Despite not making a connection with any of the girls, I spent a few hundred on lap dances on the first floor in what I call the “bullpen”. It’s a square open area off the the left of the stage where all the non-VIP action happens. It’s definately not private. And there’s not much mileage to be had. But you can get some hands on time with a good looking girl. I think the money I spent was probably sympathy money knowing that it was Friday night and the ladies need to make their money.