come here if you wanna take a topbun home

12am arive fri nite-sat morn, leave 1250am. No cover. ID computer scanned. Full pat down. No Coat check. Wine $8. Pumps brand spring Water and coke are $5 each. All served with paper straws, toss them out insta, you drink like a man. Beer $8. Black customers not allowed but all bouncers are black. White Ink girls from midwest are everywhere with some rare mixed race NYC ink girls and some latinas. Lapdances are $20 a song. A curtain covers the dance area. Privacy unknown but all other people in dance area will see you. Be wear of Champagne or Dancer Drink hustle here. No cover but you must buy a alco or non-alco drink. Island bar set up, stage behind the bartenders. 34 guys 2 fem custs and 1 dancer landside. There are more women in a regular bar than this. All the other dancers scour like rats to the dressing room after their 3 songs and tip parade and never stroll the customers. You should sit or stand on back wall to avoid the tip parade. Bathroom has no door stall, whatever just take a dump infront of all other men. Most men at the bar sat faced away from the stage talking to friend or talking to very conservative dressed female customers. No top bun, no neck beard or ZZ top beard, or looking like Luis Guzmán, you wont get attention here. The girls only care about weed and photoshoots and their next ink master. Next time I am back I'll sit at front row and be "come over and keep me company if you want a tip" lets see if that gets me kicked outta this gay club. That landside bar turns this club into a peepshow arcade machine back in the day. You and glass and the girl, no touching. This strip club only makes $ because its the closest bar in an ungentrified warehouse district. I tried talking to 2 dancers, they aren't thirsty at all, they just stand around and goto the guy with a neckbeard and a big watch.