THIS IS A TRUE STORY. The events depicted in this review...

“THIS IS A TRUE STORY. The events depicted in this review took place in New Jersey in 2022. At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.”

I had a multi-day northbound roadtrip scheduled, and I specifically routed myself around the Philly area, so I could squeeze in a stop at the legendary Playhouse. I must say, it was my most efficient visit ever. The pink palace is located on ROute 130, not a far detour from I-295. There's a Wawa and fast food joints nearby, if you need to refuel before or after your visit. Plenty of free parking around the building. I arrived at about 1:20 - the schedule shows a couple girls starting at 12 noon, several more start at 1pm, so I timed it to get a better selection. On a sunny day, it takes a few minutes for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. The 4-sided bar takes up the majority of the space, I sat a few seats to the right of the door. There was an average brunette dancing on the stage (in the middle of the bar) when I walked in, and I saw a few girls around the perimeter. Cover was $10 and that got me a bottle of water (it's BYOB if you want to).

A dirty blonde girl was hitting up the guy to my right. He shrugged her off, claiming he just got there. So I was her next target. She was hands-on as soon as she got there, giving me a mini-massage, and rubbing in all the right places. Her name was Mila, I'm guessing she was Brazilian and about 40, but still in good shape. She asked if I had been there before (aka did I know the drill), and if I wanted a dance. I was on a time constraint, so I said yes. Most of the LD rooms are in the back, but Room #6 is the front corner of the club, that's where we went.